There was a woman sitting on her front porch playing the accordion this afternoon.

The windows are open, Joanna Newsom is playing. A beautiful sunday, spent in the kitchen with bare feet. Aching for a front porch, my record player, and good company. At least I got my dog by my side.

Five more weeks left here.

Memories of long lost friends perching outside my window, wondering why things that were can't ever become the way they used to be. Never forgetting the first one you have to see six feet under.

I'd rather be lying in a field somewhere, touching the clouds with my lips.

Currently obsessed with the band YUCK.


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