ally ways

for al

late night seemed like early morning, but really, whats the difference. we fucked each other up. we cried. we lied. i never laughed that hard in my life. we killed each other, but killing never felt so fun. your smarter than most, and you use your brain like a tool to trick and fool. i look in the mirror, and i see you. we are too much alike. i want to be with you. i want to be there. i know it would be good for me. but i know that its better, to be alone. i envy your power. i love your beauty. i have your guitar and i play music though you. what is it like to be a wonderful friend? it is allison. it is you. a gem in the rough.

bing

for bing.

whatever happened to flying hi? to flying high? if i could, i would fly low. fly way below the radar and find you. i would go the distance and i would find the strength. i would grab your hand and we would find the sky. without drugs, with out hugs. we would just be. just be ourselves, in the ocean of this crazy shit show of a world. we would tame lions and eat zebras. we would have kings bow down on their dirty knees and take us like we please. i miss my wild friend. your a world away, but faith never fades. 

latin is english for fuck

did you know, that fuck is actually spelled "kristine" Kristine is Latin for fuck. the kind of fuck that you find in between your teeth after you floss.

I'm having one of those feelings when I miss portland so much... If only Bend was filled with crazier people, more late night taco stands and better bike lanes... 3 more weeks and things will be back to black!

So stiff

patrick watson knows you better...

Cresent

Things are getting out of control.