January 2011
23 posts
To this day, “Basket” is one of the most brilliant songs I have ever heard. One of those ones I wish I could write myself.
Absence of Fear.
I’m waiting for lightning.
The crash and light from the sky’s only violence. it will rip open the soil and upturn the mountains. It will make us all stop and listen. Waiting for more.
Who does it belong to? We will all wait to find who it came for. Who must it take next? I hope it is me. I hope it shatters my body, and rips open my insides.
I can hear the thunder. Rolling along...
Write drunk; edit sober.
– Ernest Hemingway.