i wrote this in december i think

28 with a chance of snow
the ice was stuck to the windshield
i woke you up with my 4:30 alarm
to drive your car to my new job
i was making coffee at a coffee shop
and saving up my tips
to take you out to dinner every now and then
but not a lot
and not enough
having a smoke on your balcony
with the sound of you cooking and the tv screen
and we don't say a thing
cause we don't have a thing to say
picking fights over the smallest thing
saying shit that we don't really mean
turning away when i kiss you
and we did kiss now and then
but not a lot
and not enough
your pretty face and the cats all sleeping
on your L-shaped couch
while the neighbors were cheering
and your pretty face
made it feel okay
it was nice
to share each others life
it was nice for a bit
ain't life a bitch
oh honey
ain't life a bitch

Ain't Life a Bitch

Idialedyournumber - Hourglass - 05 Hourglass

Trying Not to Have a Thought

Koyaanisqatsi

What's Mine

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William Bonney - Drug Lord

Dead Horses

D & C 84:99-102 

The Lord hath brought again Zion;
The Lord hath redeemed his people, Israel,
According to the election of grace,
Which was brought to pass by the faith
And covenant of their fathers.

The Lord hath redeemed his people;
And Satan is bound and time is no longer.
The Lord hath gathered all things in one.
The Lord hath brought down Zion from above.
The Lord hath brought up Zion from beneath.

The earth hath travailed and brought forth her strength;
And truth is established in her bowels;
And the heavens have smiled upon her;
And she is clothed with the glory of her God;
For he stands in the midst of his people.

Glory, and honor, and power, and might,
Be ascribed to our God; for he is full of mercy,
Justice, grace and truth, and peace,
Forever and ever, Amen.

The Lord Hath Redeemed His People Version I

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Lost In You

Olde Pine - That’s Git

We're goin' down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
Gonna hit you on the face gonna punch you in your
Glasses. Oh no!
Just got a message said "Yeah hell is freezin' over"
I Got a phone call from the Lord sayin' "boy go get a
Sweater. Right now"
So we're drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' coca-coca-cola
I can feel it rollin' right on down
Right on down my throat
As we're headed down the road towards tiny cities
Made of ashes
Gonna get dressed up in plastic gonna shake hands
With the masses. Oh no!
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away
Does anybody know a way
Were goin' down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
Gonna hit you on the face goin' to punch you in your
Glasses. Oh no!
I'm wearin' a t-shirt that says "The world is my ashtray"
Our hearts pump dust and our hairs all grey
Just got a message sayin' yeah hell has frozen over
Got a phone call from the Lord sayin' "boy go get a
Sweater. Right now!"
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away
Does anybody know a way
Were drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' coca-coca-cola cola!
I can feel it rollin' right on down oh right on down my throat
And as we're headed down the road towards tiny cities
Made of ashes
I'm gonna lay down in the baths where they coat you
In molasses. Oh no!
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away
Does anybody know a way

What's Mine

Algernon Cadwallader