these thoughts are why i have no friends

  I'm looking California And feeling Minnesota gahhh i love soundgarden so much. 

 

i have sung the moon i've wept and  picked up pieces, i find time to rejoice underneath suckle skies i have sung the moon  gracious and ...

  i still don’t think you know what you need.  if this love was handed to you in a glass mason jar, you would throw it at the wall. to find ...

 

  a murder of moths swallowed by the black sky. while the ancient sun, shines.