Sunday, February 27, 2011

You Were My Bruised And Broken Fence

[news: Ryan Sheffield & The Highhills have an album by the same name of this blog, and it is superb.]

These days I don't get so nervous. I type with my eyes closed. I sweat most of the time. That's not true. I hardly sweat. I feel like dancing, I feel like telling you something you don't know, but you know everything, you knew everything, you, you feminine you.

You'd love me to believe that everything's going to be alright. I'll tell you this about hard work: it doesn't always pay off. Brewing a pot of coffee, though, that always pays off. Stop breaking down. Stop breaking off. Stop coupling with those who'd prefer you dead.

There are those who are bad for the world and perhaps they are alive because it's inappropriate to kill them.


  1. I don't wanna write it if you don't wanna read it.

    Hey Val, isn't it weird that like nobody we know uses Grooveshark besides us despite the fact that Grooveshark is the fucking bee's biscuit? You should write a post on TWAK about Grooveshark and how much more ass it kicks than anything else ever.

  2. do wanna.

    i can most probably maybe do that today on company time. must write twak post on company time.