eight

And she said losing love
Is like a window in your heart,
Everybody sees you're blown apart,
Everybody sees the wind blow,

I'm going to Graceland,
Memphis Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland,
Poorboys and Pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland,

And my traveling companions
Are ghosts and empty sockets
I'm looking at ghosts and empties,
But I've reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland



Paul Simon is a poet.

Working on my presentation. Putting the images together now, putting the words into it later tonight. Going home to work out, shower, go to sleep... coming back here, leaving the house at 8:20. LONG DAY AHEAD. Presentation will be over with by 4pm. Thank God. I really did intend to sleep here tonight. Sucks that I just hate this place.. and I forgot my makeup.