i will possess your heart

It's like a book elegantly bound, but in a language that you can't read - just yet

You gotta spend some time--love, you gotta spend some time with me

And I know that you'll find--love, I will possess your heart

Have you ever eaten something and you couldnt get the taste of it out of your mouth for hours? You tried drinking water or eating something else or sucking on a mint and nothing will cut it. A bad taste in your mouth.


I've got a bad taste in my mind. Theres no way for me to put this without sounding completely high and i dont expect any of this to make any sense to anyone other than myself, but ever since i could remember ive had these certain vague images of unexplainable origin that i see in my mind whenever a certain feeling comes over me. theyre images of vacancy, loss, obscurity, postmodernism, loneliness. i see stretches of urban interstate with the cheap looking orange glow of the street lights. roadside motels of broken houses and broken dreams. vending machines. blues guitars. cigarettes. pornography. darkness. polyester. airports. stale coffee. the end of the world.

I'm not really sure where these things came from and why they stick with me, but ive carried them with me all my life. Whenever i find myself at the helm of an unprescribed period of time, it seems daunting to me, and these images come to mind. i feel a great deal of uncertainty. of uneasiness. i feel like im doing something wrong yet ive done nothing, perhaps that is what is wrong. like a bad chess player i dont know my next move. meanwhile i cant get the eerie chords of i will possess your heart out of my head.

well damn, you can be the first to know i just got into georgia.

the feeling still presses on.