My dentist told me to start brushing with my left hand. To slow down, and stop taking my anger out on my teeth.
I need a drink before you sit down and tell me this.
Sometimes when I am leaving your house at 11:30 at night, I still see a very old man leaning into his computer, in his office, and I think why is he still there.
I am trying to listen to Mumford and Sons, and all I can think is this guy sounds like a folk-pop version of Eminem. Or something.
Still, my favorite sound of all time is when your car slows down on the interstate, on the off-ramps mostly. It is the sound of going home. Whether to your home in Utah, or your home in Iowa, and your home in Illinois.

I walk down the halls, I try to think of how many ways I can say,
The wind is at my back.
I'm walking on clouds.
There is warm sunshine, and I am wearing sunglasses.
All the wine is all for me.
The icing on the cake.
The world is my oyster.

"I bribed them to sing a song that would drive us insane and make our hearts swell and burst."
-Joe Banks, Joe vs. the Volcano