September 2010
3 posts
When it’s all gone, something carries on. And it’s not morbid at all, just that nature’s had enough of you. When my blood stops, someone else’s will thaw. When my head rolls off, someone else’s will turn. And while I’m alive, I’ll make tiny changes to earth.
Head Rolls Off, Frightened Rabbit
Watchsesamestreet:
Recipe for cookie sandwich. Involves cookies.
"James, be careful."
When I was a kid, you know, I remember the hand of God coming into my bedroom, you know, it was Michelangelo’s hand, and it said, “George, be careful,” and my mother, my mother told me, that George, all my life, my mother told me “Be careful.” My father, my sisters, my coaches in sports, you know, my, when I went into the army they’re telling me to be careful. And...