Not threesome.
Not twosome
but onesome.
I wanna be onesome.
Not there.
Not everywhere,
but here.
There's so much
I shouldn't learn.
So much
I shouldn't try.
But I do
and now
I don't know
where,
how,
or
why.
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Textual accompaniment to the ringing in my ears. Shared for no one but spoken into the world before it dries up and dances madly in the wind.
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June
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- Cracked and Raving
- A Gentleman Ranker
- Onesome
- Go To Hell and Hallelujah
- Chain of Keys
- Flags of Confusion
- A Morning Like Every Morning
- 1st Ave South / Georgetown
- The Dim Downstairs
- Rhyme of the Former Mariner
- An Easy Mark
- The Daily Invasion
- The Smile of Wallingford
- A Concern of Knives
- The Spine of a Passing Dream
- The Growing Things
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- Red Lights Flashing
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- Those Three Stripes
- Argawarga / Get Smooth
- Along Elliot Bay
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6 comments:
This is a pretty song.
Actually it is! I started making it up in between Model Rockets tunes at practice.
Waitaminute, are you talking about the Firewater song? Did you notice I used the upper and lower Wallingford Word of the Day in my latest post?
Yup, I noticed,
I think you're "Onesome" song is pretty!
your.
sheesh.
you're onesome!
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