PS I Love You - "2012". In a corner of the Cavalho Forest, I kneel amid dry ferns and open the lighter I bought at a store. The flame stands up like a little soldier. It does not waver. I press it against the sunbaked bark of a fir. I do not do this out of spite or self-interest. I do it for the reason I tore the buttons on my coat; for the same reason as floods through dams, storms through skies, knives through muscle. It is not that the ends justify the means, it is that the means feel clean, rough, right; and nothing stops floods, or storms, or knife-blades; and nothing will stop me. [buy/don't don't don't miss on tour]
Young Man - "Just A Growin'". DUDE, CHILL. [MySpace/buy]
Posted by Sean at October 21, 2010 6:42 AMDear Sean,
Sometimes when I read the things you write, a little breath sneaks out of my lungs, peers over my shoulder, re-reads just to make sure, and whispers, "Holy shit," into my ear.
"and nothing stops floods, or storms, or knife-blades; and nothing will stop me."
Posted by Bill at October 21, 2010 2:48 PMyou two are gorgeous. peace.
Posted by Mary at October 23, 2010 5:24 PM