franny
bananafish

i'm jonesing for a clove...
re-reading old entries and battling insomnia.
listening to i might be wrong, and it's hitting me hard, that undulating bass line...the memories that go along with it...potent as a hit that knocks your head into the toilet.

too clean. too right. too too...

disappointed that the burning ritual didn't really burn you out of my life. and then...it's knives out. gorgeously melancholy. tragic singing... i'm thinking about him with his cello living another life, having everything but happiness.

we are greedy little fuckers. we want the green grass in our front yard, as well as, the neighbor's...