how are things with you?i love you,
but very soon it's time to go.
A love poem from one cowboy to another.
Just read this. New favorite poem.
New layout—just plaintext instead of a screenshot.
At the time of writing it is 9:34pm, I have Hejira by Joni Mitchell spinning on my turntable and I’m slamming my head against the wall trying to write something profound.