Everyone I know is wandering through space, maybe I’m lost too.
Isn’t everything in life a love story? Either the having of love, or the not having of love, or the space in between–that’s what defines every day.
I’ve had several Bob Dylan days this month. Sometimes you just need a shelter from the storm.
By the St. Francis
Your Daddy’s in a casket
You hear it in the wind
But you don’t want to ask it
Say what you already know
Wishing you all very theatrical changes in the scenery this Friday, friends.
A sweet and simple cover of one of David Bowie’s best songs off his final living studio album, Blackstar.
I’m gonna send a dozen roses down the river like baby Moses.
Please don’t leave me alone staring out the window. I know I should get out the house, make myself useful. Nah nah nahnahnahnah nahnah nah nah nah nahnah.
Mondays that are holidays still feel like Mondays sometimes.