"Free music for the People :: free People for the Music"

[est'd 2004 A.D. :: New Jersey]

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Stills from LA Diplomat Rabbit

I remember the good ol' days. and even yesterday was one of them and, my, has it been a long and strange road. It never really started and it never really ends. Comfortable being More Lost than ever, and always looking for more, always getting rid of as much as possible.

I miss the basements and i miss being underground.

Love and miss you all


Emily said...

Those two weeks live still
in my throat, tar slick, burnt.
Stick and ash remnants—red
strands of hair in denim pockets,
the three scar bequest, yard where
my skin was my own. How sudden
the body. How far from the mind
we stray, stolen from our own
hope. A person cannot be left behind
like the name of a city I no longer speak.
The house has only passed into other hands.
I will always come from New Jersey.

conor said...

^ what she said (and more)