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the window

78 stitches

fragile yet furtile

bill withers: aint no sunshine when shes gone
r.l. burnside: just like a bird without a feather
sam cooke: someday somewhere
slim harpo: still rainin in my heart
otis redding: send me some lovin
nina simone: i put a spell on you
lead belly: where did you sleep last night
junior kimbroug: lonesome road
billy holiday: come rain or come shine

i hear your laughter. it is everything.

good morning. good day.

slowly, shirley.

i believe in my mothers love

tuesday

solitary

single speed

i am moving to portland in a month.

-uniform
-the black widow
-music

when i get home i put on my rising suns.
i feel like a child from the house of the rising sun,
when im sitting on top of trains watching the rising sun.

the only way
im gonna get through
this memory
is to remember the truth.
you are the enemy.
if i want to know the
truth about it.
i can read it on
your face.
in picutres in space.
i am not the truth to you.
this we cant deny.
so all i have is john darnielle
and our memories.
drinking bottles of gin.
somewhere in time.
somewhere in sin.

ive got a smith and wesson strapped firmly to my hip
ive a sense of reason telling me i should quit
if i had an ideology i wouldnt be a mess
but insanity towards sanity is what makes us well equipped
im going home to albany
a place described as hell
if i can make it there
be damn sure that i can make it anywhere