My shit's underground like interpol

I am full. so fucking full. so fucking full. to the brim.

I can't think of anything more amazing than summer rains.

I think it's important to take a breather every once in a while and ask yourself "what exactly am I doing with my life?"

not that I have an answer or anything.

I just think it's important.

best 30 hours in a long fucking time.

1. break the curse
2. party

and the world is dancing again.

sometimes I love my family so much. jesus christ.

one of the most rewarding feelings in the world is coming to the realization that there are mistakes worth making.

Like a flower waiting to bloom
like a light bulb in a dark room
I am sitting here waiting for you to come home and turn me on
like the desert waiting for rain
like a school kid waiting for spring
I am sitting here waiting for you to come back home and turn me on
My poor heart, it's been so dark
since you've been gone
after all you're the one who turned me off
now you're the only one that can turn me back on
my hi-fi's waiting for a new tune
and my glass is waiting for some fresh ice-cubes
I'm just sitting here waiting for you to come on
back home and turn me on

man, talk about a fat girl night.

I am eating vanilla ice cream mixed with crumbled grahm crackers and melted marshmallows and chocolate. this shit rules.

I just listened to andrew jackson jihad covering two headed boy. I can safely say that I can die a happy man now.

everyone has so much love for each other these days. the past two nights have been amazing. I am so full of wonderful things. so fucking full.

crucial times at work
procrastination
epic bike rides
awesome chinese food
brutal poetry
loneliness and the bible
warm bed


fuck yeah.

upward and onward.

best new years ever. I am so excited. I feel so focused. This heart is filled with love. My cup spilleth over.


fuck yeah, 2009. fuck yeah.

today I worked with a 55 year old woman who saw ghost mice play at a punk house in my hometown. weird.

now is when all things fall together
the good scaries fall into your eager lap
and bad girls make good visits
(or good girls make bad decisions, is it?)
this heart sings. these strings
ever spiderwebs are now bright spools of yarn
connecting the whichwhats to the used to's
and we will's to the now
swing on my song
I'm pulling you closer, baby.
I'm bringing you home.
shut those flitting eyes of yours
and fit your soft nose
into that special spot I saved for you
on my collarbone
because it is fall
the time when things fall together
in love. apart. and asleep.

damn son, we got some bad juju up in here. the plane is crashing. the fuselage is on fire.

the honeymoon's over, folks. pack up and go home.

and one day I slept in way too late and my car wouldn't start and I found poorly written erotica hidden in the deepest recesses of my ipod and for two hours the entire universe shone its light on a 12 by 12 practice room and for once, just once, everything was alright.

so the past couple of days my free time has been spent attaching pieces of paper torn from glossy magazines to a plastic mannequin shell my brother found in a 7-11 dumpster. it is coming along wonderfully.

please let me know if you would like to come over and listen to chill music and get your art on. word.