Who’s paying the small fortune to see Comback Kid and Rotting Out tonight?
I’ll see you there.
In another attempt to separate my photographs from my personal posts/reblogs I’m going to use this other blog for my personal stuff and continue to use this blog for just photography/creative things. Follow me if you are interested in my personal life at all but I’m pretty boring so I don’t blame you for not!
Birds pick the ticks from the herds.
Tongue loses grip on its words.
Fast cars jump curbs.
What we did in Swineburne Park wasn’t worth much
but it’s worth this remark:
We mated out of season and spent the winter grieving.
You said there’s gold in them there hills.
You said there’s pleasure in crushed pills.
You said you’d take them over meals
God I hate the sound of your voice.
You wanna be a rich Henry Darger,
but it don’t work that way, partner.
You’ve gotta live in those trenches.
You can’t eat off real art.