Oceanic Love Does Not Mean ForeverI do not want you to tell meof crooked smiles and offshoremoonbeams woven with nightingalewords. You are living inafter memories. You have forgottenI will live in a way that's unorthodox.I only want for youto be lonely and small,but it's for your own good, you know.Breathe it in, hold it in, hold yourselfbetween each of your heartbeats.Change because some things arelike estranged runaways caught betweenthe tilt of the earth.I was the ocean in youand you didn't understand.
How I almost had the coolest thing in my basement.So I was walking down the tunnel at the Oval last night and I saw a flyer and standing next to the flyer was a team. It basically said: "Adopt a Hockey Player." No, really. It's an entire team. It came with a phone number so OF COURSE I immediately call them.ME: "You're getting rid of hockey players?"Them: "Um. No. We're looking for host homes for the players. They just need their own room, a place to shower and do laundry, and food available for them."ME: "You mean I can put a hockey team in my basement?"Them: "Well, at least two, and upwards of four."ME: "Four WHOLE hockey players?"Them: "Oh don't worry, we'll compensate you for them."ME: "Let me get this straight, you'll pay me to keep four hockey players in my house?"Them: "And just to clarify, you just need to keep the fridge stocked. They eat a lot. But you don't have to actually cook for them."ME: "So you'd pay me to have a hockey team in my house, and