i got a few words tattooed in my mind over break:
"the colors of your face,
carve grooves in my eyes."
and suddenly everything has a fleeting sense of permanence. like grooves and tattoos.
and i'm listening to tom waits more and more, he says "it's dreamy weather we're on." i take that to heart. "and so a secret kiss brings madness with a bliss." and the upright bass takes reluctant steps between pensive notes.
and i found out i'm going to be in texas for the summer. working 40 hours a week, writing war-and-peace-long lists of instructions for simple minded computers to compute.
i don't know why i make it sound so dull,
when i enjoy do