"an' oh my god when you cross your legs beside me"

"I know true love don't love like anybody else
I know your heart don't beat like anybody else

It all comes down to kerosene and sorry signs on cash machines"
--Mason Jennings


under the guise of chaos we rise
smokelike and multicolored
with our noses seeking one another
spite in the face of spite
hope in the face of hope
and in the muttered language of
the Angry Men we hear them:
the drooping lives of flowers,
the dying tides of strained credulity
and wheels on red land

"they'll be diggin through the landfills to find evidence of our great demise"

Confined Spaces Can Kill!