Painting Pictures
Apr 13th, 2008 by Jack Lhasa
The road is two days away, but I can already feel the pressure and calamity of what we might be going in to. This is dangerous land and will either kill us both, or make us heroes. It’s hard to tell which. Severing a lot of bonds in order to make new ones. Tie together a fabric, weave the web, connect the dots.
Hard dreams come in waves sometimes. It’s hard to imagine where I am, when I look at where I’ve been. I’ve pushed through a lot of hard years, just looking for the daylight. I wonder now if I am still pushing, or if that is the daylight I see up ahead. Either way, I’m gonna keep fucking pushing.















