polly is such an awesome song. let me clip your dirty wings. music makes the insanity in me settle.

the day is black with soot and the aching of my hear. i do not belong in this place. i am not meant for this world. i am streetlamp corner bum (wearing converse and thrift-store dime clothes) who sees the stars as white stains on some other lover's lace. and i weep for wanting to sing in a world that can't hear my key. wouldn't hurt so much to belong if i didn't think your fingers felt so good in mine - like ocean salt in summer wind on the beach where i sleep.

i am losing in this battle against the night. i just want to sleep. i just want to be near you. i just want some peace.

if i could eat music, i would consume the world. amazing experience #1: hls and the cawz @ the u-trun. saturday night. somewhere around 9 pm until 12pm. the most amazing form of music i have yet to feel live. the words they spoke, the music they made, the way they danced - their souls around them - and the way you knew they loved each other. free your soul, they said. and i did. and it was amazing. and i'm going back on friday. they think the things i do about the world we live in - the things i never found words for. her voice rang like crystal wings in silver water. they were amazing. amazing, amazing, amazing - the whole experience was amazing. i want more. more. more more more more. this is my song of redemption!

love me like you love the harmonic resonance of two guitars. i will resonante the same lovestruck e string if you do. i will vibrate the same harmonic level - i will be your contagious cold and love.

heard your voice on the phone and wanted to be near you; then i remembered that we're not supposed to be in love anymore, and wanted to cry for you. listened to toad on the way home - it beat with the drops of rain on my windshield [winter gives another final call] and the drops looked like my tears. why does it feel so wrong to miss you?

Paper doll lashes will keep out nightmares of failure. Will not let the world bring me down. I will keep my head held high on these city streets and in this ocean breeze. Will create something beautiful, do something meaningful. Will get back to me. Will buy that pink wig at Madhatters, and remember how powerful it makes me feel.