Texty:
Gavin Castleton Hypotenuse

How could you think your work is done? My skull is soft My mouth a gun I gambled my youth And gathered my pride To launch in a lantern on the river where

Please excuse the mess I've finished breaking things shattered lights will wash you home and when you come home, bring novocaine when you come home,

While the Islanders run savage from the sticky coffee sun my seeds are at a closing - we see different heavens and I'm a traveler in this place - my

Life after high school was a canyon ten miles wide and 20 songs long I trekked the whole thing in a troop some starved some bled none ever recouped when

Hard to believe seven years went by this fast hard to believe all my friends are gone at last. hard to believe I built myself a lousy home a pirate ship