oh be swift my soul to answer Him.
be jubilant my feet!
..i do not exist..
carrying the fire
and adventure (with -face.)
carpenters and cowboys.
((someone whose last final was a oral presentation about finding Hope in The Road))
"And I think I believe that, if stones could dream, they’d dream of being laid side-by-side, piece-by-piece, and turned into a castle for some towering queen they’re unable to know. And when that queen’s daughter came of age, I think she’d be lovely and stubborn and brave, and suitors would journey from kingdoms away to make themselves known. And I think that I know the bitter dismay of a lover who brought fresh bouquets every day when she turned him away to remember some knave who once gave just one rose, one day, years ago..."
Will Sheff
"...immediately and recklessly and senselessly and unconditionally and
without expectation or pride or any sense of what's in it for us, may
we always forgive everyone. mercy and grace be with you, endless
mercy!
--your friend aaron"
And you just remember that your old man walked Ben Wade to that station when nobody else would.
arrested development.
scrubs.
pushing daisies.
"hey crabman."
"hey earl."
the road. (with a note scribbled inside.)
and when he rode past I seen he was carryin' fire
in a horn the way people used to do
and I could see the horn from the light inside of it.
'Bout the color of the moon. And in the dream I knew
that he was goin' on ahead and he was fixin' to make a fire
somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold,
and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there
((jesus have mercy on us.))