Lyrical lines of color dripping down: a chemical skyline.
Out by the park, I say, I’ve got your blood in me, and you look at me funny, like you are waiting for this to be another mediocre joke, and it is, somehow, but I don’t know the punchline yet.
“Isn’t there something called ‘Pizza’?” I whispered to my girlfriend one night, awake from a dream; she kissed my forehead, her breath heavy with the sweet smell of cilantro, and sent me back to sleep.
The only piece of advice I’ve got for anyone is to shout your precious name into the rain & wait for a response.
If this album were a place, it would be a penny candy store: high fructose and courting an overdose.
I was birthed alongside a digested McMuffin evacuated from a parallel pipe—my mother’s last pre-labor meal. She opted for a natural birth, taking only an aspirin, never uttering a complaint.
H-E-double hockey sticks
When I told you I wanted to file a police report for our missing love, you turned to me with your best impression of a blank page.
A garment can withstand swell if the body can withstand laceration
I feel blessed. I thank God with a capital G for my success.
The president lands to a reception line & it’s all already campaigning again always. The president lands & I already took a shit this morning.
In this piece, the sculptor will sculpt herself sculpting.
This album feels like rain; like those moments when you are half asleep in bed reviewing the day.
The bank took the car but they didn't take my legs, so this morning I stole the neighbor kid's bike and pedaled into town.
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Enemas blastin!
Lying next to her, I wrote the last chapter of the Bible and surrounded our bed with Doritos.
First of all I want to thank you for accepting my friend request. Out of all our graduating class of 1992, you were the only one to do so.
I lift my knees to walk in flippers, grab a glass of water in the kitchen before high-stepping my way back to the living room where Joe and I have dinner in front of the television.
New Miserable Experience
Gin Blossoms
Label: A&M
Released: August 4th, 1992
Length: 45:02
When I think about being a kid, it feels like thumbing through a wet notebook. Not a
