If I could break it, I would [26 Jan 2012|01:18am] 12:51 The only one on the street It's wet Seattle's cold sweat Blowing into my glasses Blur Blue hue of distant buildings My face is frozen in a serious glance All while I only hear the strobe And I realize only now All along I just didn't have the fuel To be driven by conviction post comment

[17 Nov 2011|06:15pm] I don't pray to God I watch the screen I'm stubborn I don't want your advice I want to see for myself Feel what they felt Live the lives I have not and will never post comment

Arbitrary [06 Nov 2011|11:37am] You grow up with Dylan singing your fairy tales and Bowie almost sounds complacent in comparison, but it makes you feel at home. You can't help but feel something is missing unless you're left wondering what it all means. Lynch is like your prophet. You realize you don't even know what you're saying. Maybe it'll mean something to someone else. post comment

man in a white car [01 Oct 2011|05:57am] Keep on truckin' Things fall into place and you do oh so much more. Was that a stop sign? I doubt it, buddy. Although, I gotta admit. I feel that void inside, cuz the voice is a' died. You listen to progressive rock and they count. It's your second, your third, fourth if your lucky. Fifth if you're damned. Certainly not the first, cuz that voice is a' died. They say do your best. She says do your best. They demand. I do. She kissed me on the forehead, and she a' tucks me in at night. One more nightmare. I did my best and looking for someone. I guess I'm doing that. And know who tucks me in? I demand. My bow of burning gold, my chariot of fire, my spear, let those fucking clouds unfold. This man tucks himself, as the clouds unfold. 2 comments|post comment

Hit me with your rhythm stick. [01 Oct 2011|05:45am] There I sat in the back seat. Listening to him drum on that Moby Dick for 7 minutes. I looked up at the moon and it was chasing me, again. I tried to remember that feeling. It was a heigh daze, really, just a haze. He was there, too, foolishly. post comment

Can't argue. [01 Oct 2011|05:40am] We all sat around a table. it was time to brain storm. Shoot me with ideas. Charge me with clever. Burn me with love. "Ok, so it's like between Animal Crossing and Radiant Silver Gun." Yeah, I was burned. post comment

[01 Oct 2011|05:35am] I like your eyes. I drink from your glasses. I taste what helped you see. I shouldn't really feel this drunk. post comment

F*ck Your Yankee Blue Jeans [01 Oct 2011|05:30am] You traveled all this way, where our fucked up heroes lived (and died). I sit in this town everyday. I walk passed his street, his spot, his place, his influence. I look and shrug. You foreigners sure do like strange things. post comment

no forte for pop culture faggots [01 Oct 2011|05:27am] i once was a child and i only wanted the bad why didn't the bad ever happen to me? i threw away the good, but i dunno, if it could ever be that good. i kept hoping, thinking, i wanna live life, people who really LIVE, feel the bad and i got the bad the bad felt good and when the bad stopped, i felt even worse stupidly, i realize, they only ever talk about the bad cuz it hurt so bad, stupid, stupid but hey i lived! ooh but wait, then i died! did i tell you how i died? I felt the good! And I said it was good! Oh, how fucking good and juicy! One day I stepped and slipped, believe me of my own fault, accord. The good stopped, and it was bad. So bad, and even worse it was. Oh how it pained, until I remembered, Hey, they talk about this, too! They live, but you die. post comment

bet on this [01 Oct 2011|05:17am] in the boxing ring, but i'm alone but it's a fight "i'm the master of shadow boxing" he shouts i smugly laugh, and tie up my hands left jab, left jab, zip, zip, right lead, right hook, left hook, uppercut my shadow just stared, and he raised his hand at me i was absorbed by his fist so this is shadow boxing, i think i thought post comment

it's time to C R Y [01 Oct 2011|04:47am] obfuscated by arbitrary words en garde, i shout! but the buzzer rang before i felt the pang lying before me, these emotions--but visible, wrapped tight with letters. there's love, there's pride, wrapped tight with letters. spelled D I E post comment

sex,txt [31 Aug 2011|05:57pm] i fail to see how others fail to see looking back in the old picture book you look so much like your father you're not the same person, but you're the same man. and, too, inside is your mother's woman. i fail to see how others fail to see both of them are inside a man a woman. post comment

[25 Aug 2011|07:34pm] drunk with shy self confidence so peerless it hurts smoking and you all breath in second hand lies post comment

[09 Jun 2011|01:09pm] i've never felt so shitty, but i learned so much a few years ago, i found it hard to be upset with seeing an ex's picture i was cold and cynical i'm emotionally still a child i've made it to the point where i can open up i've not made it to the point where i can keep someone else sane post comment

[14 Feb 2011|09:09pm] when you don't turn off when things keep running there's no way to rationalize to have something be good the dark side keeps coming into view if you can turn off your brain stop it at some point you can learn to start enjoying things 1 comment|post comment

[08 Feb 2011|09:23pm] those aren't cookie crumbs in my glass of milk just cigarette ashes the hole is getting bigger post comment

[04 Feb 2011|03:55pm] http://vimeo.com/12489148 post comment

Masks [02 Feb 2011|05:30pm] Ha, last time I open up my heart for a good while. Feeling pretty good, though. Sit and spin, bitches. Wait, what? I'm completely wrong, maybe. No, wait. Uh... ladies? post comment

14 Alpines [02 Feb 2011|01:27am] Create as much order as you can in your life in preparation for the wave if disorder that is chaos. It's coming. Just don't hold on too tightly. post comment

Dead Dust [31 Jan 2011|06:30pm] [ mood | clear ] They closed the gates. Iron bars obscure the glowing, the machines still humming with soft light. This arcade is gone for good, but we still see it alive. We don't seem to get it. Who are we? We're the ones with quarters still in our pockets. Who are we? We're the ones with crowbars in our hands. 4 comments|post comment

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