in the kitchen with Vernon
back in time with a keyboard
and key bumps.
gonna kick him out soon
and go to sleep on the floor
while listening to the open window world,
and dreaming about Kendra Jean.
all of this is the past,
and all of this is centennial,
for good or ill, fine and gone,
revisited but not meant to last.
you're still my cave,
and I have been hiding out,
can you unblock your blog
and tell me a little bit about yourself?