the silence of a falling star lights up a purple sky

and as i wonder where you are
i'm so lonesome i could cry

trail name: jellypants

i wonder where you are this rainy morning....

heady crystals

this is all a girl really needs anyhow

we'll sweep out the ashes in the morning

been kept up too late by some boudoir theatrics i feel like i'm living at the loop inn. not keen on it.

heyo neighbor

your party sounds like a rodeo and its the middle of the night and i'm not trying to be a stick in the mud but you know some folks work in the morning and a lil respect for those that do doesn't hurt. or maybe it does since you can't ever seem to exercise it.

dreamboats

i'm still looking for someone who......

can play the banjo
can build things with his hands
drives a pick up truck
works hard for whatever he has and doesn't desire to be anything beyond his grasp
calls me darling
respects his family
respects his past
is consistent
fishes
reads non fiction
prefers the mountains to the beach

if this sounds like someone you know please send them forward.

a milestone

i made it a year with no major blows to the heart or head. i still think of him everyday. a father is forever. today is just another today and tomorrow i will start fresh.

if on the internet you creep

for the men who aren't in cities

high and loathesome