Taco Bell Song


Taco Bell, the spirit of soulless America.

[Waiting in the Taco Bell drive-thru line to order my food]

I can’t seem to focus on what is
Does God see what’s in front of me?
I can’t seem to feel what I want to feel
How can I …

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Letter from a guitar with broken headstock.


My headstock(heart) was broken when she left me with my melodies. As she was gone, there was no one to listen as I went deeper into my music.

To S,

I am in the middle of the mountains of Idaho right now. Do you know where Idaho is? To …

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