I Dont Speak Spanish, But I Know This Song

simplicity is coming back to me again. not quite in the way that phantoms did to me last year, which still haunt me in such an amazing way now, but its still here.
my obsession with how i look, ive found also, is only for myself, not to show anyone else.
what an awful year for me to be gone, but once again ive found a new homecoming song.
which is nice, like so many other things.
if this really is my one hundreth blog, its just 13 months over pretty odd, just over 11 of the palindromobile tour, and just in time for me to wear clothes that make me feel good about myself.
i hope that as you're reading this, you know that ive been so crazy thus far, whence-ever writing, and dont plan to stop. and i think ill always let lyrics dictate melodies.
cummedyegha.

ill probably change.

Happy Doomsday To All

And to all a good night.



this has been a good week, every single day, in the afternoon.
not at all before.
this has been a good week.
this has been a pretty good week.


cummedyegha?
just not right now.

Home Is an Open Window

just you know, waiting around, for everything to catch up to me.
its be soon i beleive.
after it does, ill race to be back on track
id very much enjoy being with someone i can sing a song with
that may not be soon
but its alright
becuase until then
i have a little bit of home.
since home is an open window
on the fourth floor of a dying crowd
its round about its down and out
like thoughts would kill for thoughts could die
and the rest is up to you and eye...

Rainy Misery Rots Deep

Goodness, i hope nothing else will rot on the blog, that would be simply catostrophic. But You'll never know, if I dont.
Ive really been aching to learn the piano recently. I feel like a pianist virgin.
Nothing that exciting to blog about.
Mary Rose Seren Dipity.
Thats all fucks.
I mean folks, sorry.


i give up _p.s_


cummedyegha