TongueLash

what comes by us might be the most tongue-lashing color of space we see but we cannot breathe through insulated windows. we sweat in our sheets ashamed to be too naked, too true to yield to passing by serial killers. what isn't random. isn't likely to happen.

The obligatory Getting to Know Me post. I should warn you, I've been doing this for a while now, so here's the time travelling all access pass HERE. I also do this thing called "tweeting" is it? maybe?
~ Saturday, January 21 ~
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If I had an orchard, I’d work till I’m raw
If I had an orchard, I’d work till I’m sore
And you would wait tables and soon run the store

When I come back from Ottawa on Sunday, things are going to start happen’in. Gears are going to be set, and the wheels are going to start moving.

Tags: fleet foxes helplessness blues
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