Dave Matthes

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I've always felt that distant train whistles heard in the dead of night are the universe's way of letting us know the best days are neither ahead nor behind us...they're happening right now, cradled in the palms of our hands. But that doesn't change the fact that the whiskey, weed, and romance eventually runs out and the night will soon turn to day

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That's the beautiful thing about innocence; even monsters have a pocketful of childhood memories with which to seek comfort with

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I never had a childhood. Not like the rest of them anyway. I had a starting point from which I have never stopped running

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An empty bottle of Jack is almost just as beautiful as a new and unopened bottle...in the same sense as looking down at muddied feet, and looking back the way you came. The journey you've taken to get to this point, the experiences and sights and music listened to, the shit scrolled down on paper. An empty bottle may hold more promise than a full one in that regard

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you're either gonna spend your life fucking pussy, or taking it to church