montana

felt the shudder, stepping out and on and on we'll just call it safe enough (smooth for long operators) i want great scathing pits for all the lovers, yearners, seekers, snkae-pit lives and we can climb out climb up on the shoulders of everyone we ever knew (neal said, neal said) surging forth and we can climb (enough to put the everst climbers to shame) and how else would it be worth anything at all?

so i make mental collection s of the things i adore on levels ranging from shakes int eh spine to earth crying out: old freinds, phone calls from just the right people, visitors, samuel beckett, mark kozelek, dreams, white sand beaches, just the perfect cool wind, desert stars, mountain air, trains, women in white summer dresses, sun (when it's just so), arms wrapped around someone you give a damn about (in whatever way you manage to care, slowdive records, hope, enginuity, longing (event the moist tear nights of it) and hey, without this what else have we got?

why woudl we want it anyway?

2004-03-22 | 3:29 p.m.
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