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

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

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

…or is life plainly sick and cruel, instead?




at home he feels like a tourist