Wednesday, February 10, 2010
death wish (so called)
mother's mad. yelling. the maids observe pryingly from the kitchen. you have to begin taking care of yourself, she says, one hand on the hip. you want to die? you have a death wish? is that what this is?
this is anything but a death wish. if anything, it's an attempt to live. to live.
I've written four songs tonight. about poor people (about healthy people - happy people). all this money and nothin to spend it on.
someone said they liked my song Ghosts on my myspace. thank you, whoever you are, dear anonymous. hope you're well. hope you're happy. and with that, far more wealthy than I'll ever be.