a soft-headed parade of a hardy tirade
You know, there are times when I feel like a piece of jetsam in history’s wake, a discarded bauble adrift on agitated waves. That is not necessarily a bad thing, mind you, Like a friend says, let’s get jiggy with it all and see what the hell happens, so what if we get a little wet.
So I dive deep into the wine dark sea, drunk on potential drowning, while the ship sails on.
spiral scratch
round and round .. . { new order, singles }
dolly dollar .. . { lilliput }
sweet adeline .. . { elliot smith, xo }
28 February 2009
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