"It ain't me, babe,
No no no,
It ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're looking for, babe."
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"And I am a writer, writer of fictions / I am the heart that you call home / And I've written pages upon pages / trying to rid you from my bones..." -- "The Engine Driver" by The Decemberists
About Me
- Dave
- A recovering "slacker lit-geek," now trying to make good on all that untapped potential he kept hearing about.
friends who care for me
in beds in little rooms
bones beneath my skin
beneath the dust and love
ain't this position familiar
it's 4:30 a.m. on a tuesday
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- "Honesty is such a lonely word..."
- Something Cool
- Outrage (edited)
- A Christian Literary Family Guide to Finding God i...
- Cleansing the palate
- Writerly Thoughts
- Where to begin?
- I'll catch you up during lunch
- Happy Day Before Thanksgiving!
- A Special Message from Bob Dylan and Johnny Cash
- Song of the Day
- Tuesday Morning Elvis Costello Reference
- Heh, heh, sorry about that...
- The tension, it's killing me...
- *tapping fingers and yawning*
- Lyric Post
- Link-Drop Wednesday
- Trying something new...
- Another OBU alum... well, not technically, "alum"...
- "Lord, Save Us from the Deeds of the Well-Intentio...
- Political Advertisement
- Another entry for the "Don't associate us with Tha...
- Thursday Link-Drop
- "Something's coming..."
- "He said, 'It's better.' "
- "Dat dweem wiv-vin a dweem..."
- Do you miss me?
- Whew, and whew.
- My impressions will come in a day or so...
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