February 2009
268 posts
January 2009
158 posts
“See You Later, Allen Ginsberg” by Bob...
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my
my heros breath smoke advice into the rusty old ears clear becomes the meaning behind their haze of suggestions I’m to surrender to that rugged old road simple and stretching between my many homes because really, the brutal truth is that home is in the heart and my heart lies in many places
it’s going to be hard going back to the landscape I’ve built up in my precious memory adorned with non-existent beauties and made-up magnificence aha! but time bends things so beautifully! and the comparison will be hard. to deal with, but hey what I’ve dealt with has never been easy. like this girl Hannah who hailed from Cincinnati my hometown, I think I hear it’s pretty...
The Plan
1. Play more shows. I’ve been hiding in my room making music for some time now, and I think it’s time to swallow my anxiety and just go play a few shows. Once I’m on stage all nervousness goes away, it’s just getting the courage to get up there that sucks.
2. Get a fucking job. I’ve been so lazy I haven’t been applying anywhere. But I also hate the applying and...
I wish I had an upright bass, a violin, a...
hello m'lady
bringtheruckuss:
i see
you have
noticed my
diamond encrusted
cross. i like to call it
“ice” but don’t be fooled,
they’re really diamonds. oh…
and this is a tall-tee with
the pink panther on it surrounded
by falling money. i wear it because i
am quite wealthy and like the finely tuned
comedic writing that the pink panther is known
for. would you like to go to the food court sometime?
...
marilagskie:
If anyone wants to chat, aim: marilag6785
I will take you up on that. However, you don’t seem to be online. If you’re up for a little chit-chattin’, my AIM screen name is aonacam
It’s really, really, really frustrating when you have something you want to express, that you can only express through music, and so you pick up a guitar to play and you’re immediately yelled at for being too loud after.
“Just Try” by me.
an unfinished song...
WatchFor Allie, and whoever else feels like listening to my nonsense.
more bullshit, please disregard...
I want to indulge in my you on the porch like we used to I want to hold your crying head sopping on my t-shirt I want to be your awesome bed I want to talk off your ears repay your favor I want to make this very clear: I love you your eyes are unnaturally pretty and so close to my face I love you, damn it I want you to know this way I am breathing around you when my love’s teeth are still...
a load of horseshit
that morning you let out a painful yawn your glazed eyes glared lovingly at mine you were mine we stayed bed-ridden stayed-at-home affectionate gathering ha-ha! that day fuck story lines… W & T — point is, you’re bringing me down similes are boring, let’s do some metaphors your hands were a summer dusk warmth warning warmly of night excitement with you, and I waited for...
Recorded in my mother’s basement around this...
Jeff Tweedy's 13 year old son, Spencer, has a... →
neonstreetlight:
unicornology:
man, i love the internet.
hello yet another distraction.
theprosaic:
colinweaver:
“Shake, Shake” — an...
“Shake, Shake” — an old song
...
“To me, buildings can have a beautiful silence that I associate with attributes...”
– Peter Zumthor, world renowned architect. (fuck i want to be an architect) (via theprosaic)
Alcoholism
I want a drink terribly. I can’t remember ever wanting one so badly, and this is the thing: when I say “a drink”, I mean enough to pass out. I never wondered whether or not I was an alcoholic until some time this past year. I went through long periods of getting shit-faced every night. And on the nights that I made a conscious decision not to get crazy drunk, I’d make up an...
So, it’s late, but I figured to myself...
written July 08 on a mescaline trip.
havent-got-a-prayer:
Devil is in my closet and I swear he has answers. Mary Jane, the blasted rat whore, has invited her friends to stay. Now we’ve got rats for days and they are taking up all the floorspace. I watched a western in Joe’s shower curtain. Cowboys and Indians. And rats. The roommates are being too loud and I think I’m exploding now. It all goes on and on until the sun rises in...
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I don’t mean to be so careful I should really loosen up but I won’t until I’m kissing the floor or you remember 6 AM campfires? the anxious basement? only you will know how dirty my hands can grow I’m a firm believer in the True and Young a firm follower of love and pursuit and I’ll never let you go… there’s an innocent fire still burning somewhere in me...
Just me screwing around on piano. Maybe a little...
Watchpdxmusic:
Starfucker - Rawnald Gregory Erikson the Second
apparently I'm eligible
Maggie: Dude. I really like the new 'do.
Me: thanks. it's growing on me...
Me: GET IT
Maggie: Bwahahaha
Maggie: You look very eligible.
Maggie: In your new photo.
Me: eligible for what?
Maggie: The ladeeeez.
So, my friend Allie told me to write about...
does obama have change for a twenty?