random for you

Current mood:achey

all i want to do is sit down with a ukelele that's out of tune, an accordian that's too big for me, a keyboard with ridiculous samples, and sing out all the aches and confusions and oh-so-sorrys. i will bang on tin cans and beer bottles. it will not be emo, or girly, or full of whines. it will be great.

i know there is an extra layer beneath my skin, a layer of tears and vinegar that linger and slosh. these things try to get out at inappropriate moments. like knives.

i don't mean it. i can't help it. i'll figure out how to stop. someday.