i didn't even see you there ( Read more... )

you know, mr. stevenson ( Read more... )

tailor made a suit to squeeze your hands around my waist a fire on a tongue inside a mouth that cannot taste look up the words to cure your ills your unsuspecting face ( Read more... )

it's been a long time,
i shouldn't of left you...
without a dope beat to step to...

this journal has hit zombie status!!!!

underneath the chilly gray august sky
we can make believe that kennedy* is still alive...

:(

*kopechne

first, let me apologize for allowing this journal to trip (not so delicately) into some endless pool of posted music that screams it's chords like some long, tall and ugly jukebox of the future that's not self-aware enough to know that most people crossing it aren't gonna give a fuck (and, indeed, really shouldn't). second, let me assure you that ( Read more... )

no bones about it

it ends abruptly, but looks like the makings of something so cool it'd quell the fires on satan's back.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

this is pretty cool