once, there was a tree that had lived, by all accounts for more than 5000 years; a bristle cone pine, seeded as the first pharaohs of Egypt reign. someone had named this tree after a man that stole fire from gods and delivered it to us, the first one. then another one who had tried to name this tree with numbers, cut it down below the knees ( Read more... )

these days are coming faster and longer, with much more white than i thought.
getting up early, enough to notice the sun coming up - it's the small things that amaze me.
when i open my eyes, i'm not feeling as heavy as i used to, but so tired

my band (henrycantdie) is playing on the 26th, in clermont at the lion's club there. whomever amongst you is around that area (it's near brownsburg) on friday should come out and hang out with us. i might be singing the whole set, which would be fun

it is better to live life directly, than to devote all of your energy to avoiding it.

it feels better than spinning, but still its all the same

there are some almost universal truths around here.
mathematics will certainly make you tired in the morning, if you don't have a mind for it.
coffee will keep you moving. special K is some good cereal, out of a small bag,
and winter.

these mornings,
i wake up earlier than the sun.
it feels good to be ready

i guess they did feel like starts, of sorts ( Read more... )

they ran together
until the sky was all engine sounds
and the nights were arms reaching
like heaven for our hands

you were too busy steering the conversation toward the lord
to hear the voice of the spirit begging you to shut the fuck up