ok this song was written for the love of my life and that makes me very sad. oh well. lyrics:
pills eat through you like acid burning holes through your head, your mind, your bones and enamel handcuffed to the bed like you’re an animal i don’t even recognize you anymore
try to put you down like an old dog to sleep cut your branches off but you’re a dying tree the doctors came and pulled the sheet up over your head you’re already dead you just don’t know it yet
you are sick and i hate you and love you for it you’re a wreck but i’m always going to want you
i hate to see the knife always under your arm alone at night, cutting up neighborhood dogs you snuck me to your daddy’s bedroom, showed me all his guns you said, “careful or you’ll blow your head off make sure the safety’s on”
leaving things to die in the mud at the creek pumping shotgun slugs out into the trees you run your fingers on the wood and feel its bullet holes it gives you something i could never give you or ever really know
you are sick and i hate you and love you for it you’re a wreck but i’m always going to want you i don’t want to know what you’ve done or what you think about doing i don’t want to know so don’t tell me
listen to my beautiful talented soul mate sing her heart out to you
"Each sand grain is about a tenth of a millimeter in size. When you look closer, it’s really quite amazing. You have microshells there; coral; fragments of other shells; olivine; bits of volcano; tube worms — an amazing array of incredible things exist in sand.
When we’re walking along a beach, we’re actually walking along millions of years of biological and geological history. We don’t realize it, but it’s actually a record of that entire ecology. If you look at different sands from different places — every single beach, every single place where you look at sand — they’re different.”
Photos courtesy of Gary Greenberg. See more of Gary’s photography documenting the “microworld” at his website.