current music: the decemberists - california one/youth and beauty brigade
white our hearts on our sleeves we drive off trenches too shallow to hold our rugged indiviudalism
transcending urbania's murky rivers of sputtering cars, suburbia's picket frence prisons
in to the night we crawl
alone in a jungle of americana, our manifest destiny reeks of vigilante dreams, bohemian scribbles a mess of proper nouns
you shall know our velocity.