“…even a bad cup of coffee is better than no coffee at all.” – David Lynch

take the long way home

damn right it was a good day…

i got my haircut

then i had some breakfast

then i pondered how i wish this was mine

then i pulled stuff from my garden

then some shit exploded

then some drinks

goodnight

I’m sending a letter I’ll send it right to you I’ll send it to memphis I know that someday Everything I needed and I wanted Used to be that my head was haunted And all these sirens they make me mad And all this violence it brings me down I feel strong I feel lucky

And I’ve been waiting such a long time…

We would be warm below the storm. in our little hideaway beneath the waves

“What you are talking about is desire – just brutal Desire. The name of that rattle-trap streetcar that bangs through the Quarter, up one old narrow street and down another.” -Blanche DuBois

drunk again, not a weekend…

This town its fucking insane, How one will starve and another will gain Like a giant mechanical brain and the people are cells and the streets are veins

to dream of warmer days…