I had a roommate in college who blew my mind. Everybody "knew" him and everybody "loved" him. He was the life of the anti-party. His sweat was pure amaricana. He played a sloppy guitar and loved old things. Listening to him play was like tapping into the past.
His songs are beautifully ackward, a balance of sense and nonsense, where his only audience is himself. to watch him is to be inspired, to know him is inspiring.
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i hate candy.
candy gives me cavities.
so, who exactly comments on your blog, anyway?
Someone named candy commented on a post about Jesse? Coincidence?
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