Palma Violets (at 7th Street Entry)

‘Demons’ by The National is my new jam.

When I think of you in the city,
The sight of you among the sites.
I get this sudden sinking feeling,
Of a man about to fly.
Never kept me up before,
Now I've been awake for days.
I can't fight it anymore,
I'm going through an awkward phase.
I am secretly in love with,
Everyone that I grew up with.
Do my crying underwater,
I can't get down any farther.
All my drowning friends can see,
Now there is no running from it.
It's become the crux of me,
I wish that I could rise above it.

But I stay down,
With my demons.
But I stay down,
With my demons

Passing buzzards in the sky,
Alligators in the sewers.
I don't even wonder why,
Hide among the under views.
Huddle with them all night long,
The worried talk with god goes on.
I sincerely tried to love her,
Wish that I could rise above her.

But I stay down,
With my demons.
I stay down,
With my demons
I stay down,
With my demons.
I stay down,
With my demons
I stay down,
With my demons

But I stay down,
With my demons
Cannot stay here I can't sleep,
on the floor.
Drink the blood and hang the palms,
On the door.
Do not think I'm going places anymore,
Wanna see the sun come above New York.
Oh, everyday I start so great,
Then the sunlight dims.
Less I've learned,
The more I see the pythons and the limbs.
Do not know what's wrong with me,
Sours in the cut.
When I walk into a room,
I do not light it up.
Fuck.

So I stay down,
With my demons
I stay down,
With my demons
I stay down,
With my demons
I stay down,
With my demons

Forgot how much I used to love this Tumblr

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A Baker’s Wife is now making Twinkies. Definitely not the real thing (perhaps precisely because these ones contain real things) but they are delicious.

A Baker’s Wife is at 4200 28th Ave S in Minneapolis

Well dang! I love A Baker’s Wife — have not tried the Twinkie-knock-offs, yet.

OMFG.

Well, I know where I’m stopping tomorrow morning on my bus to work.