Sunday, 11 December, 2011
big goals, sold souls
i miss buying music at apollo.
walked by both old locations this morning.
on a loopy coffee walk after a strange couch awakening.
i miss PM, and PG, but i love NW.
the slowburners game was at 10-fuckin-45 tonight.
so im using red wine and 3-line-stanzas to calm the frig down.
scored the 2nd best goal of my life in the 2nd period.
while our 1 fan, meg, was on her 1 hot chocolate break.
bless her for big steaks, strong scrabble wisdom, and late-night lottery tickets.
old dan mangan in the headphones, loose jealous thoughts.
i wanna copy it, but with like 5 or 10 more beers.
headphone music is important for the future of escapism.
i put vanilla sky on in the b-g cause i only like movies ive already seen.
where do new movies come from?
the blockbuster on 6th recently became the clockbuster, or something like that.
"hey stever, whadja do last nighter?"
"oh this and that, had 5 or 10 beers."
"thanks."
just like that.
im ferrying him over here next weekend.
to lay fat bass in my sunday slough.
so far, every session for the sunday album has been on a sunday.
its 2:29am and i am recording vocals tomorrow.
but i just did some ukelele scales so its all good, i am a great big singer.
people are screaming in the alley.
people are always screaming in the alley.
me and theo lean on the railing.
when i die, turn my condo into a museum, and leave CWP on the buzzer.
i forgot to welcome Nathan Perrett to the world.
positive futures lie ahead for those with positive parents.
Wade is a dad, a very fun dad.
congrats.
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