a.m.
I’m found.
Ten degrees of separation from
the hot air balloons
holding you like a hug
solely true and rise above.
I’m @t rest.
But it has come to coma
the bedsheets naked
offer, ya know, like they’re gratitude or something,
you, winter? cruel.
you fool the rust(ing).
9thday ofDecemberin the year2009
Nebulame.
I wonder what’s more sorrowful:
*A star burns out after millions to the Nth power of years. A kabillion light years away people/ewoks come to know the shimmer of something that is no longer as brilliant as it once was. The star collapses into a black hole and starts a heavy binge drinking regimen.
*I no longer care to be as brilliant as I once was.
?
7thday ofDecemberin the year2009
Go Fucking Figure
I grow weak
There’s Rachmaninov
Probably on NPR
And everyone else looks like Atlas
Deadlifting Earth
Walking by in Van Huesen and Varvatos slacks
I am
Falling on a bannister
Paint flaking off
And delaminated
She whispered I’m an ear-player
I told her
I read the notes
And each one was like a story
in itself
And she stoned me
If I wasn’t high already
And she straightened me
If I wasn’t
The bannister
Indoors yet weathered
Ran unfettered
Leading the ants to certain concerto related destinations
And ambidextrously held me
Like a one night stand
And an old transistor radio
Or a Beech Daly Coney
You can drink up my crosswords
Rifle through coffee
And still bury conversations
Avoid deadbolted eyes
Either/or
It seems blue collar smiles
Actually sear the soul
When you turn their (lie detector calibrated) honesty away
Go fucking figure
Go
fucking
figure
The notes
They weren’t always about the music
But the beauty
6thday ofDecemberin the year2009
Excuuuuuuuussseee Me....
…For taking a oh-so-brief internet sabbatical. I was way too deep in the dumps and had to go on a mad spending spree with all the money I had saved to get the hell outta dodge. I feel worse… yet distracted. Oh yeah, also, I’ve been suspended from work two days in the last month for stupid shit. Fuck. Anyone want to offer a foul-mouthed heathen such as myself a well paying job? I have a feeling I won’t be giving a shit about this one much longer at the rate things are deteriorating.
Either way… I’m back with a _______… Vengeance? 12-pack? chutzpah? I dunno. I’m pretty sure if one was to return from an overdue isolation empty handed, that’d be friggin thrifty of oneself. Right?
Note to self: return with something… er… hmmm, maybe a new album concept?
“FALLS.”
what will it be about?? Something along the lines of:
The season, sidewalk chalks downspouted into a drain of crimson & gold leaves, sweaters, alcohol, clarity, the invigorating wall of air that crashes over me when I step out of my front door, cinnamon colour&flavour, British spelling, blankets of fogginesssss, the sound of neighbors cascading through the windows and doors i.e. what they’re talking about, and so many more things I can’t even think of at 5:32 a.m. like evergreen trees, walking (not running) in the chilly rain because it kind of feels good and not having that far to go in distance and how it influences the pace, hibernation/preparation/sleep/dreams, etc. etc.
CAN’T WAIT.
LOVE LIGHT AND HAPPINESS
P
Hammerfest, Norway
I’m moving, folks. It’s been real.
Yea, it has been real… real boring- haha, in your face (afforementioned) folks! I’m out like a trout.
By the way- baddest ass norse viking gawd battlecry city name goes to Hammerfest. I would totally be a Hammerfestite in a heartbeat.
23rdday ofNovemberin the year2009
The very late nite creativity switch has been turned on…
Poem Generally Meant to Evoke a "hmph."
I wanna live,
In a town,
Where they don’t give a fuck.
About nothing,
Or anything,
Enought to interrupt.
Talking to Jesus,
In a barroom,
Crying the good Lord,
’s name in vain,
A church basement,
smoking tar to,
cry out Good Lord,
Are you all insane?
No.
Just me.
yay! glasscannon guessed my picture right!
Ryan Adams 29 album cover :)
“29,” Pretty much the best thing since sliced bread… or emaciated looking models wearing grandma glasses and tube socks… and/or Tegan and Sara pictures (according to popular tumblr posts).
The best 9 songs. Ever.
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