always.

here are two pictures from a day i remember.
goddamn.

Another note to self.

happy easter ya fucks.

humble homes.

modest means.

me and mom

got different dreams.

sounds gruesome.

last night
before i could fall asleep
i had a dream
where i used my fingers
to pull out my teeth.

then i stuffed them into my ears
and punched with both hands
hard as i could
until it seemed
they'd found my brain.

stay tuned to see how this plays out visually.

our gills are overflowing.

saw so many friends today

all around this big city.

sat around my room tonight

all my friends around me.

not now/calm down.

why can't it just be warm enough outside
for me to sit on one of my porches
and read by myself?

'fraid.

not feeling very well or good.

this is kind of a note to self.

13 year old kids.

i need the summer.
give me the summer.

i need a shoulder.
it's getting colder.

nowhere is further.
i need a center.

i got a letter
returned to sender.

so much staying alive and lovelessness.

i didn't write this.  tim kinsella did.

"the problem is you can't understand what the problem is,

and it'll kill you to love like you will never die,

and everything you think makes you cool makes you even more of a loser."

i have always loved tim kinella because of the single Owls record, but i have been listening to more and more of his other projects lately, and this is this first Joan of Arc record that's ever really held my attention.  i've listened to it four times now, and i'm certain i'll listen to it at least two or three times tomorrow at work.

if you're reading this, you should google that album and download it.  if i had my own computer, i would share it with you.