Wednesday, September 2, 2009


A genuine man, he can survive by moonlight. A genuine man, he don’t get lost at sea at night, if he got the moon, he don’t need no foxes scent, no soapbox ivory white light towers.

We were genuine men so we built sandcastles that we could live inside. Then we pulled down the moon and we wrapped the castle in white light You can live inside there huddled for days but we only needed to wait until morning

That’s what a genuine man does when he’s lost at night. No cell phones, no taxi cabs—the moon don’t send back a signal anyway, only light, only white, white light, that you can wrap around your sandhouse if you’ll just stretch up your arms a little bit.

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