ka-ra-tay.

yes, well, I intend to add the capacity for incapacitating violence to my reportoire this summer. just to have it. I feel like I'm going to need that capacity in reserve in college at some point. not that I want to use it. like I said, I don't like the idea of violence as a means of directing situations. but it's precisely this distaste for it that is impelling me to acquire the capacity to defend myself adequately if placed in a situation requiring significant physical... tact.

today

this is my day.

the burble of a mustang V8 and the drop-bounce twist and dip

of a boomslang hipshot groove, wait

til the rhythm hits your stomach, feel the pulse, late

cause we lay back in the pocket

texas style

and y'all can't come within a country mile

of the flow

'cause y'all don't /know/ how to kick it.

wicked southern swing
country tele sting brings
the funk and the one drop dancefloor spring

fill

let it it overflow, heartbeat, start street, finish line, dark sweet thing, that's mine.

no questions asked, she got a touch of class,

i don't need no other love when she can sing like that.