The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls.
Say hello to my little friend 🐿
Nobody on the road, nobody on the beach. i feel it in the air, the summer’s out of reach. empty lake, empty streets, the sun goes down alone.
Here comes the rain again falling from the stars. drenched in my pain again becoming who we are. wake me up when september ends.
Come as you are, as you were, as i want you to be, as a friend.
Smoke haze all in my eyes, don’t know if it’s day or night. you’ve got me blowin’, blowin’ my mind. is it tomorrow or just the end of time?
The lake was blue and the sky was grey, i wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today. the mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake as the hordes of tourists began to awake...
Florence + her machine were wrong. the dog days are certainly not over.
Geology is the study of pressure and time. that’s all it takes, really. pressure and time. that and a big g*****n ocean. to imagine the scale of such a place, can you spot the building? 🔍
There is no more sagacious animal than a determined schnauzer. he is stopped by neither snow, nor storm, nor impassable roads, nor rocks, glaciers, or anything (with the exception of any room occupied by a running vacuum cleaner). he is stalwart, stubborn, strong, and surefooted. if there is a river or stream to cross, he will plunge in without trepidation, just as if he were amphibious, and reach the opposite bank.