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Monday, July 13, 2009

5 Seconds.

I'd walk you home most nights. We'd walk underneath the train platform as it would zoom by. For about 5 seconds of noisy silence our voices would be muted by clanking rails and locked glances.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Ink and Paper

I got a voice and I'll be god damned if you never hear it. I just pray 
there's enough ink and paper left in the world when all is said and 
done. I have this feeling that once the ink runs dry, my veins will 
follow. I'll tell you this much, as long as I have these words, I 
got a shot.