Monday, January 18, 2010

Old n gold

When things got druggy and ugly the disgusting keep going. So many thing I'll never remeber, and maybe for the best.
I remember connecting triangles outside an upstate nowhere oasis.
Thinking to myself I could be drinking whiskey.
And then why?
I realized a lot about life then.
Old gold never meant more than smoking those cigarettes with you...

1 comment:

Future Matt said...

This is the best one so far. I think your short prose is better than your visual work. Keep with it.