song 10. |
you cant force the weather changeyou cant expect a sparkpresence make weary, shaky handsbooks on body language piled high and deepclenched fist in my lungsdrink in my hand. clenched fistill never lear...
Posted by brian on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 09:27:00 PST |
riceboy |
we filled our pockets with leaves
made leafy pillows and lay down
beneath the cinnamon tree
we stared up at the sun with our eyes closed
and saw the dust in the air turn into fireflies
we lay with the...
Posted by brian on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 12:58:00 PST |
4/20/2008 |
this wasnt in portland, but it was a few nights before, best show of the year... ever.
this was my friday night with travis...
we also made sweet potato mash, cabbage and sweet sausa...
Posted by brian on Sun, 20 Apr 2008 01:25:00 PST |
song 9 |
my father will be proud of everything.and the salt air. and wet shoessummer cotton sand dunetake to the porch like dogs to a raceim in love with letting go.you taught me on a quiet nightmy mother blee...
Posted by brian on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 10:11:00 PST |
song 8. |
you seemed to bring me closer with every word.when we met. you had plansi drew myself into every pictureput myself to sleep, just barelythis is not me waking upthese are not out last wordsim above a t...
Posted by brian on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 10:06:00 PST |
4/13/2008 |
im grateful for:-beautiful weather-travis being back-sunburns-bike rides-heferweisen-news reporters-spin class-shorts-ice cream-meryl streepi want to trade these...FOR THISwhat do we think?well my ski...
Posted by brian on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 09:22:00 PST |
song 6. |
you should wantyou should needto understand these lines grass cloth table spreadstained glass . top floorthe men i meet tell me youre the onemake sure you stay down souththis is not the book you wrote...
Posted by brian on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 10:37:00 PST |
song 5. |
im gonna dissect your glance at meim gonna take all the words wrongwhen i look through these clouded relective green glass eyeswhat could it be that has brought me tothis place. and your cross i seem ...
Posted by brian on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 08:36:00 PST |
song 4. |
every time i meet you its hardits not you, its not meprovidence.mustard yellow cardigan.winter and you were ready to leavethat night it was overtook those silly thoughts out my headtook this small bod...
Posted by brian on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 10:18:00 PST |
song 3. |
you were my first screen lovecameron.you tried and tried to stay in the back seattight as can be and i got your eyes.i remember eleven minutes in, credits roletaking cues from charlie sheen, cursed m...
Posted by brian on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 09:14:00 PST |
