listening to my music on random this morning, realized how much better fortune cookies could be, if only.

who cares if you’re too poor you can’t afford a pair of mod-a-go-go-stretcha-lastic-pants?

weeks turn into years, and all the stars that never were, are parking cars and pumping gas.

is this a lasting treasure or just a moment’s pleasure?

heart of mine be still, you can play with fire but you’ll get the bill.

and i saw you in my nightmares but i’ll see you in my dreams, and i might live a thousand years before i know what that means

i feel the sun on my back, i smell the earth in my skin, i see the sky above me like a full recovery