still thinking of you lost in a little over two months ago and my biggest cheerleader with cigars for poms poms is gone and wavering on my mind like every new idea I don’t have responsibility for coming up with.

‘runoff since you ran off on me” he gives me it too, that feeling.

I keep talking about nature and the disparities of creation and destruction and all at once.

The Inventor’s Glitch is what we’d call it in ourselves. We couldn’t stop and in my head “Linkin Park hit my B-Side switchboards with no vocals about after this Karen Dalton track._”

Finally wrapped up the folk version to a capella to describe what I’m feeling or got down so imagine the fury when no song can get to describing after all of em under my radar were too finite and specific.

Now my tunes ringing me on.

A G7 Tim: fuck, this man.

Had to get correct punctuation.