Monday, May 16, 2011


tried to write but couldn't then could it poured out the good that hardened the wood for making a fire to burn through your tires and smelling the rubber your nose turned to gold and nothing grew bigger and nothing grew old. 

all that was twice was never not once repeated


Stephen said...

You were our favorite piece of Neon Indian and we realized last night at the SF show that you had left. We're looking forward to your solo releases. Do you have any of your new music available yet?

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