Sometimes I'm wondering what I'm doing, when I get TOO idealistic. Certain things are completely unreasonable to have faith in sometimes. I have a feeling it doesn't work out in my future, and I continue. It's nothing healthy.
Don't mind me. I'm just standing here. If I steal from you, it means I love you. You worked hard to keep me alive. With you, I can eat another day. I can sleep easy, I can go hide away. Breaking down. You are my best and perfect friend. My barks are smiles, my knives are hugs, and your fear is the hope that we can still be friends. We will always be friends. I need you.
John Darnielle's 33 1/3 is brilliant. Any book that avoids masturbation and goes straight for real and honest adoration, that's a gem.
They're calling me out to sea, I can see their smiles. Maybe that's where they belong. They dream they live like princes thrown out of a kingdom made of gold. Could that really be true? And so what about me? Why don't I get a castle of my own? I should keep one foot on their neck, always and evermore. Because I'm afraid they won't share the top with me.
Maybe this will all make sense.
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