kamehameha

spent a few thought-years leaned back alone in a car (dids you even miss me?) while i read you wilco songs across the green field ocean and you're always thinking about something else. but i can hear it now, dazzle clean little ashtray world (you're only as good as dead) and learning about commercial silence. even my fingers don't care to grip you, now.

2003-04-19 | 12:27 p.m.
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