onlinejournals: You told me your deepest secrets in a meowing foreign tongue. I didn’t even listen, I knew I couldn’t hear them properly, so I put the phone in my hand, cupping my palm to the speaker and tried to catch them as they poured out like quarters pumped from the belly of a pay phone. I tried to hold them all, I did. But here I am two weeks later and I check every pocket and not a damn...
The last song on The Eventually Home is called “I Was A Cage” and that’s him standing and overlooking his wife in bed with his brother about to kill her. That’s where the second record left off. The third one picks up exactly there with him. Instead in the heat of the moment he kills his brother and he makes his wife watch. In the first song it’s told that a farmer’s wife heard the murder [of...
Might do a little blinky tear unless some touching happens.– ams
They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered– F. Scott Fitzgerald
I've had my tumblr since 2009...
That’s the longest I’ve committed to anything, ever.