salvador dali you are not ( Read more... )

we're goin down to wok and roll ( Read more... )

fuck. my roomate's band is playing with one of the original misfits' new band and we have a long over due practice/songwriting session tonight. I want to finish our new song, its been my only thought all day, well that and how much the majority of the people i let into my life seem to fail me. there are blazing exceptions but apparently let down is ( Read more... )

so things are looking up, the computer with our songs on it is almost fixed, I got two new songs, a new show booked, a job possibility, and last night was the most insane show... EVER ( Read more... )

to quote my good friend kara:

"being slutty is bomb ass"

that is all.

finished all my vocals today, including back up vocals and harmonies.
yay.
and then,
as we burned a cd so i could listen to it untilmy ears bleed,
the computer crashed,
and it didn't come back up.

i hate my life.

Tiger Army tommorrow,

maybe that will help.

doubt it.

call gd you.

no not you,

you.

here is the deal, its been a long time sincey rocky roll. Know what I be sayin? Me neither. I have been busy lately, too busy to post, but I am attempting to make up for that with this monster post consisting of three things ( Read more... )

in progress...

50 dollars worth of premium beer
several pounds of dead cow
good music
bandmates
and a lil green

mmm it is good to be me.

laura should be here.

pictures soon.

camera is charged and ready.

i miss you.

meh, my title is too interesting to follow. Im tired of alot of people at the moment and guess what? If you are offended I DON"T FUCKING CARE, other people make me wish my life had gone differently. the grass isn't greener, its either dead or alive.

he said to himself
I should write tonight
he convinced himself
the words would come out right
he thought of imagery as he perused his scene
fire and desire and ashes and misery
he considered consonance, diction, tone
but never once did he consider in the poem
who he would write it for
and what the point would be
just a blur of metaphor
a rage of imagery
and in ( Read more... )