R.I.P. Mark Linkous
Because you see, Txt messaging is like passing notes.
(the song that owns the day, the song that casts its wings over the day & blocking the light burrows in your brain, the memory song, the emotionaL tickling of eardrum speakers, a dance, a drink, the song playing in the background of a lover’s quarrel that you tune in to while you’re arguing with whoever you're dating at the time making if feel like you’re in the motion picture your mom taped for you off NBC when you were ten, you know the SONG!)
