not enough

I wondered for a moment why the fuck i am not as drunk as last night, but soon realized i ate a bunch at dinner and killed it all. Killed it. 

             I am sad as my cranberry juice is out and it's 1 a.m. No use now. There is so much I need to say. But not enough will or time. I got em all fooled. 

Songs of Molina's worth more than my life in spades times 71:

Oh Shiloh, Just Be Simple, Hold on Magnolia, Riding with the Ghost, What comes after the blues, Ringing the bell, Hammer down, NORTH STAR, LEAVING THE CITY (Trials/Errors version right now) Don't this look like the dark, the dark don't hide it, whip-poor-will, don't fade on me, rock of ages (Josephine OR It's Made me Cry version), Texas 71, Blue Factory Flame, Lioness... the list goes on.

     That is ONLY the ones off the top of my head I have discovered as of this date. and mind you, those are the ones i could die a sane man with on repeat until i perish of hunger. His whole discography front to back is fucking magic. Fucking magic. I could listen to early molina, later molina, solo, songs: ohia, Magnolia and whatever else. I'm going to see his fucking band play without him on the 24th. It's the only thing got me going. That and the Chris book. I hope it's out fuggin soon. I am going nuts not being able to read anything. 

turn this up to 11...