Clouds part like dirt from a soul
And your sky can be seen.
Clap your hands, it's a beautiful day,
Even all the sinners are free...
Yesterday, England won. That little blue-booted Beckham hooked a ball coated in mad english into the far corner of the goal to beat the boys of Ecuador. I hope to see England take home the Cup, but too many solid teams are left to say just yet. Brazil is still in it and they're a squad stacked with soccer wizards. You never know. Football is a fascinating deal.
If you want to be shaken, throw on Keane's new album, "Under the Iron Sea" and skip to track 8, "Crystal Ball". Damn, that's a fine tune. Listen to the whole album because it's phenomenal, but after "Crystal Ball", turn to track 11 and be elevated by the melodies of "The Frog Prince".
I'm finishing a cold cup of coffee. It's time to go. Going to pick up my girl to do some late night grocery shopping.
To a better place I am being carried.
In 94 days this boy will be married...
Seth
2 comments:
T minus 94. watch out! is that a flybar in your shorts?
hey man, want to do a guest blog on my page?
all you need to mention is fish tacos and i will approve. let me know!
peace
-rusty
"even all the sinners are free"
man, i love that line. seth, my brother...push ups are the best cure for any immediate dsb syndrome. i´ll explain later. for now, thanks for the support and keep putting foundations underneath your dreams. daily style, that is.
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