no more yellow birds rising from the cigarette ashes
i gave it all,
i scratched and clawed,
but the results i had had no cause.
billy told me the other nite that i should read this paper his 12(?) year old female cousin wrote. the paper was about the death of a relative and was allegedly very sad. i asked, "billy, why would i want to read that if it's so sad." billy said something like, "well you like sad things."
and i denied it. i don't really like sad things but i do. i guess most music i like is sad. i'm listening to "more yellow birds" (ddl) now. that's a sad song by sparklehorse. i'm sure i've already told people previously to ddl.
my feet are currently being massaged as well. but my back is what needs massaging as it is ultra sore from the concert beating last nite. this girl is the only person i know that likes giving back massages. or at least doesn't mind. i don't mind when it's a girl i'm interested. or if it's to not get shived in ass-pound prison.
posted by fillshe @ 7:09 PM
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