My brain is pudding, and my body's made of jell-o, and the air on my skin feels kind of marshmallow-creamy. Everything still sparkles a little, though the sky is falling down.
~ A startled expression flickers on my face as I turn to yet another blank page. Today's gonna be a good day, yes it's gonna. I can tell that it will be great.
In January, God sent a blizzard to follow the ice storm. The very next day it was seventy and sunny, but in Knoxville, that's the norm.
Why won't people poop in public restrooms or laugh in a quiet room? If you get all As, but nobody knows your name, well, at least you made it through.
My throat makes really weird noises when I swallow. I wish I was back in our bed bubble where you don't mind if I fart when we cuddle and I fall asleep in your arms.
A startled expression will flicker on my face when I turn to yet the next blank page. Tomorrow's gonna be a good day, yes it's gonna. I can tell that it will be great.
from Seven Colors
released June 18, 2014
David Brooks on bass.
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