priest of love.

still optimistic.

the sky cries water.

Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat
An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at,
Or maybe it's the weather or something like that,
But mama, you been on my mind.

I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down or get upset,
I am not pleadin' or sayin', "I can't forget."
I do not walk the floor bowed down an' bent, but yet,
Mama, you been on my mind.

Even though my mind is hazy an' my thoughts they might be narrow,
Where you been don't bother me nor bring me down in sorrow.
It don't even matter to me where you're wakin' up tomorrow,
But mama, you're just on my mind.

I am not askin' you to say words like "yes" or "no,"
Please understand me, I got no place for you t' go.
I'm just breathin' to myself, pretendin' not that I don't know,
Mama, you been on my mind.

When you wake up in the mornin', baby, look inside your mirror.
You know I won't be next to you, you know I won't be near.
I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
As someone who has had you on his mind.

i have been listening to jack johnson's take on this dylan song at least twice a day for some time now. well done.

still patient.

your hand in mine.

always. high school football. life.

yoknapatawpha co.

“he had a word, too. love, he called it. but i had been used to words for a long time. i knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that anymore than for pride or fear.”

WF. sole proprietor and owner.

twist oh! fate.

shared visions of.

borrowed visions of: empty room. a view. bare walls. wooden floors. record player. still exist.

this life? another life?

late nights should last forever.

v.d. 08.

perfect divines.

crayons.

aufgehoben.

(i) all things move toward a definite end. (often perfection).
(ii) the end is what determines the process.
(iii) the end is implicit in the beginning.

i am awake, don't let me go back to sleep.

(lifted).