Jesus H. man! Do you ever discover songs at certain points in your life where you just listen to them over and over and over again? You know that in a few weeks the song will be sucked dry of all of its meaning to you, and it won't be the same at all; but that doesn't matter at all, because you just want to take as much out of it as you humanly can, and by that I mean listening to it over and over and over again.

Well, I've listened to this song about 8 times today! And I could have just not listened to it until I bought it...but I'm going to take as much out of it as I can now instead.

I woke up from a dream today; in it the toilet was clogged and the water was rising, and I couldn't find the plunger.

Somebody could psychoanalyze the FUCK 'outta that there dream.

A counterpart of mine
that is to say
a piece
a part
a property
(of me) was lost yesterday
—along with it my idea of love.

I do not see a fundamental difference between picking one's nose, and wiping out the sleepers in one's eyes. So why is it frowned upon to pick your nose?? Enlighten me, Noah....