You sang your song of my lack of content, was it out of context? It’s not that complex. You may be a master of song, but I can be a master of words, and with that I will be more apt to sing along. Putting it out there can defeat me, my purpose, my gain. But what gains from silence? So I will write and write until my digits bleed and fuel your fire and hopefully my words will no longer...
If you want to be happy, be– Leo Tolstoy
So your first love was a Buick?
Yeah, before I met my husband. Big mistake. Would've been.
Are we taking cars or men?
I dunno I've been taken for a ride by both of them.
Our life is one catastrophe after another. Disaster dogs us. I’m the luckiest man alive, and you know what that means. Earthquakes, landslides, falling trees. Wind and rain and rising waters. What the hell, we survive. The coyotes are screaming on the other side of the field; it’s a strange music. The stars are out. It’s lovely here, and like the world, I marry you every day.
Death, next to love, is a trivial thing. Your touch is worth 100,000 deaths.– That smooth sumbitch, Mad Martigan
Like a kid kicked out of class. Humiliated and free.
Lonliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you...– Janet Finch
Life is too ironic to fully understand. It takes sadness to know what happiness is, noise to appreciate silence, and absence to value presence.
The world is either in your hand or its at your throat.– The Strokes, again