things in common.

If we had one thing in common
It’s that all those things, I did for you.
And all those things that you did, you did for you too.

peeling the labels off drink bottles.

Even in a crowd, I'm by myself and cold
As we were getting closer, closer was getting old
Peeling the labels off drink bottles

a single spark explosion.

I dreamt last night of sirens
By flashlight I had found you
You just held my hand
By the bright lights in some ICU
Even the planless have a plan
I can't write love songs when I'm on these things
I'm affable, responsible, but hard to be around
It's correctible and they're right you know
It's as easy as it sounds
It's all as easy as it sounds
I dreamt last night I saw you
A single spark explosion negotiating with the dead
By the bright lights in some ICU
On my chest you put your head
And said...
There you are
There you are
There's my heart

-Matthew Good

canon in d.

Maybe if I wrote a love song for you; when I sang it, all the words could be true.

aliens.

It is like you are an alien. You came to this planet. You observed people in various situations. Maybe you took notes. And now you act how you think you should act, without really knowing why.

life and people.

Here is the church and here is the steeple, life would be great if it wasn't for all the people.

august whenever.

The closer you get to me, the further you’ll want to be.

fashionable people.

I feel foolish, I want to drink too much...

now what.

Have you ever been at a loss?

testing, 1, 2, 3.

Hello. Is there anybody in there?

soldier.

I'm a soldier, but I've got no soul.

miss.

Missing yourself makes time pass the slowest of all.

miller.

She rises up out of a sea of faces and embraces me, embraces me passionately - a thousand eyes, noses, fingers, legs, bottles, windows, purses, saucers all glaring at us and we in each other's arm oblivious. I sit down beside her and she talks- a flood of talk. Wild consumptive notes of hysteria, perversion, leprosy. I hear not a word because she is beautiful and I love her and now I am happy and willing to die.

- Henry Miller (1891-1980)