Johnny Flynn - Howl
Coyote on the hill, Lawler Ranch Road, Woodside, CA.
Talking about the intricacies of your sadness feels like a perversity after people get accustomed to the idea that you’re a natural grump. This openness has become a disgusting habit. I feel disloyal towards myself.
After I share the deep shit that’s been bothering me, my mind is like a non-stop bar. People come in for comfort and a good time, but they end up pissing everywhere.
An ill bird fallen out of its nest, suffocated in the mud.
The less I say, the better I feel. Kudos, Bukowski.
Clutch - Ghost
Otis Redding - Pain In My Heart
After midnight. Otis Redding time.