i am a broken record.
skipping town. ice cream, sushi, biclycles airplanes vespas and ocean swimming. picnics, taking pictures, ballhats, rugby, wrestling mens, photobooth pictures, RUSSIA, boys that play slide guitar, mammels that live in your home, gluing shit into books, making mix tapes, and and starting all over again.
maybe all my friends at once, at a party, in my apartment, with music, and drinks, and maybe some melon..
the noise coming out of your shitty computer speakers, quasi, holy holy tom waits, bobby d, neil young, elliott smith, damien rice, manu chao, RL Burnside, muddy waters, john lee hooker, screamin j hawkins, leningrad, 5'nizza, arcade fire, nina simone, tomzei, os mutantes and all that brazillion goodness, leonard cohen, jeff magnum, jeff buckley, and horns and 50 piece samba bands and steel guitars and accordians and harmonicas
i've discovered they are real good