{Winter Can’t Come Soon Enough}

“Hauled Off”

Today I hauled gear into the Appalachains, driving from Charlotte to the hills of Asheville, catching the last moments of red clouds rolling accross the quilt of North Carolina. The clouds and I pushed forth by eastern tailwinds. I loose focus on the road to daydreams of you, a doe-eyed beauty with a mischeivious mind, wanting to be here with you or wanting rather to be anywhere with you marching through land as criminals plotting our course of destruction and scheming a plan to hijack our worlds. 09.24

{Champagne + Dynamite ; Often True and Always Inspiring Stories of A Lengend}

Mr.Gilbert

“I’ll Bring You Here This Winter, It’ll Look Nothing Like This”

… so the words I’ve mumbled find their meaning with you in a city that holds my heart, were we can soak our aches in vapor caves and polish off yet another bottle of booze. <3ALWAYS

 {Birds of A Feather}

“Consider Me Giant”

I have stood on the shoulders of giants and thieves who’ve bounded the breadth of this world. Marched atop mountain peaks and rooftops built by god and man alike. Reached towards blue and roamed over land inhabited by souls that shaped the spirit of hustlers and whores, explorers and saints, the hearts that have defined greatness without ‘plush beds or full stomachs’. Those who’ve felt compelled to wander down a path defined by a yearning to inspire. Bury me in those hills or force me from this ledge, chop me down to size or take everything I own, as long as some day you place me in the ranks of people with broad enough shoulders for others to stand on. Consider me giant.

{Do You Know Where Your Daughters Are? : BTS Shoot Notes}

“Just Like Way Back In The Days Of Old”

… and when the house power came back on, the stereo continuing to shuffle albums during the blackout, Into the Mystic queued up in perfect time and in perfect harmony to my thoughts of the one and only gypsy of my soul.

11.17.11