it's 540 in the morning on a Saturday in January. Normally I would be sleeping next to the sea with salt and sand and sunshine in my sights, but today it is raining. Today it is cold. Today I am in a hospital in Cary, I have not slept since Topsail two days ago and I am watching my father slowly bleed to death from the inside. There are white walls ( Read more... )

Tiocfaidh ár Lá

a drink for bobby sands and all the h-block hunger strikers and many more for Ireland

"Ní bhrisfidh siad mé mar tá an fonn saoirse, agus saoirse mhuintir na hÉireann i mo chroí. Tiocfaidh lá eigin nuair a bheidh an fonn saoirse seo le taispeáint ag daoine go léir na hÉireann ansin tchífidh muid éirí ná gealaí." Bobby Sands

the new lawrence arms comes out tommorow and it is awesome

i just got back from wilmington tonight after a four day run. i am exhauseted ( Read more... )

i had planned to use this space to find a link between the lost boys and the goonies and their combined effect on sociocultural standards and trends, but then i didnt. and instead i bitched and moaned until my hands got sore ( Read more... )

its friday night, not even late, and im stayin in. why? cause i got a headache and have nothing to do. i came to the realization that my list of friends to hang out with in raleigh is sparse, mainly leaving me at fault. completely. so if my brother isnt doing anything in raleigh then chances are im going to chapel hill or not doing anything. so ( Read more... )

do your ears hang low, do they wobble to and fro?
can you tie them in a knot, can you tie them in a bow?
can you throw em round your shoulder like a continental soldier?
do your ears. hang. low?

i was thinking about that game light as a feather stiff as a board the other day and realized that i was the kid moving the thing on the ouiji board. i wish i could still convince myself to believe in those games. i wish i was still scared of the dark. now im gonna be that guy who goes in the basement to investigate ( Read more... )

break my arms