u/trampstampcollector

The best country singers die in the backs of classic cars

I wanna be the surgeon that cuts you open and fixes all of life’s mistakes

it's all weather and windows and sun glow and day glo and hyper color.

Soft windows and soft sunshine and a valley's worth of sleep

you wake up just to turn out the light.

I'm fake as i can be, my tears are soft and so are my knees

I'll say it in as few words as possible

these dreams have had their fun with me. there's a place you find in your sleep

I had a weird experience the first time i posted here so i thought i'd try again but preface it by saying:

please come as you are let be yourself, i'm big on honesty up front and

move your body like a time machine

start again

\# it's raining in the room we're in

\# hey. read vintage poetry zines and stuff on your own time

California ooo dreamer weirdo boy

professional photographer, amateur human

timey-wimey space adventures and sad songs to mope about to

move your body like a time machine, start again

I wanna know about the books you cant let go of

i wanna know what haunts you

who are you when no one is around?

whats your biggest hot take?

Whats your biggest green flag?

your brightest red flag?

i heard my favorite song is

I wanna be the surgeon that fixes all of lifes mistakes

i want to be the house that you were raised in

i want to write songs about us in the rainim. not. ded yet.

its early in california. its 2am but i wont post this til 5pm my time, rabbits in the sky your time. I'm a balloon tied to a boy full of bad ideas and memories of sneaking into the yard next door and finding photo books of other times and horror books from other times and time pieces from other times and he says

remember me as a time of day. its very rural and its very much the end of my heart and i moved here when i was 18 and i wnt home when i was 21 and my heart went out like a flame in a fryer in an dixie land burger stop.

I want to be a time machine, like a body starting again, like a spin cycle like an accordion like a sad vacation gift you bought at the airport for a kid everyone told you would miss you

im the tangerine at the end of the street im the song you wrote in the rain in your sleep