Sunday, July 05, 2009
as unpoetic but yet
I've been playing guitar with by brother Jimmy lately. He has been in such a situation that has brought his presence to our home much more often. It is good for my soul.
A tool box for a kick stand, cracked symbols and blood on the snare. If not spirit, then what then?
What then bitch?
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I'm naming my next kid Traynor.
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