I think I’ll go home and mull this over, before I cram it down my throat. At long last it’s crashed, the colossal mass has broken up into bits in my moat. It’s a luscious mix of words and tricks that let us bet when you know we should fold. On rocks I dreamt of where we’d stepped and the whole mess of roads we’re not on.

Hold your glass up, hold it in, never betray the way you’ve always known it is.

All these squawking birds won’t quit,
Building nothing, laying bricks

I woke up today feeling really stoked for The Shins’ show. We’re bringing them to UC Davis in April… ahhhhhh it’s going to be great.