Canned laughter.
Campaign ads.
Class Systems.
College and careers.

America, you've finally made me crazy.

Running and sitting. Perfecto contradictions. But that's the life. To run, and sing and fly and be free like an angel of the earth that knows nothing and doesn't care. Running wild and beautiful, drinking wine in brief encounters with the earth and the ground smiles to know your winged feet bless it. To praise Jim for his wit behind the counter ( Read more... )

Dreams don't seem to start, they just kind of blur their selves into existence. Could you just live like that? Like a dream of sorts? I sit on the porch smoking dream cigarettes, sipping at dream coffee watching the life-movie unfold. A tiny, unidentifiable wasp-bee insect floats right down into my coffee and I watch it struggle for a moment and ( Read more... )

Ah so the summer has come and is creeping away. Let it creep, it feels good hiding myself in a jacket. I'm done with hot days in a van in Texas. Motels. Parking lots. Hot days in a gas station. Hot days without sweat, without a lifted finger to fix things. Writing pathetic-inspired by my basement sorrows-blues songs that go on and on for hours. ( Read more... )

"On essaye a s'y prendre, pi sa travaille pas."
(We try to manage, and it turns out shit.)

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I would say that this tour was mainly focused on: "Partying", "Keeping it real", Trying to figure out what "keeping it real" was, abusing Nyquil and alcohol, "Keeping it avant", finding huge as fuck burritos and trying to survive. Enjoy. I know I did ( Read more... )

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12:40 (Sober)
The birthday song at this point is either embarrassing or just depressing. Rode my bike around Fenton for awhile, being alone as you turn twenty-one isn't so bad. The first real thought I had was "man, I've made it to the legal drinking age without going to the hospital, without getting any MIPs or DUIs, without joining the military, ( Read more... )

"You call that art ( Read more... )