This is not a manifesto.

I am no hero. I am no martyr. And as of yet, I am no revolutionary. I have never been homeless. Nor suffered disease. And due, mainly to the generosity of others, I have never starved. I do not claim that I am now, nor have I ever been, selfless. I am no expert on suffering. I am not a charity. And i appreciate a fair wage ( Read more... )

So there we set our minds to sinking
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
Four days out and three sheets to the wind
Eight more bells till all is well

We stood astride and tossed our alibis at the shore

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OH MAN!

all dressed up, and singing for the rafters.

so come on, we'll blaze a path for renegades, malcontents, and runaways. and with our songs we'll take these roots to the road. buy some dime store map and everywhere we go tear the states out, and repeat to pieces.

Simply Perfect.

I think... i could live with this.

life knows no joy like rolling the gummy glue stuff off the back of gift cards

so just now...

i let the keyboard hold the same note for 20 minutes...

and just sang...

i feel so fulfilled.

Who needs a blog anyways? I'm just... not that interesting. So if you haven't noticed, i'm slightly agitated that 2 years ago i was a man on fire. I was a quick stepping, hot talking, know-it-all with an attitude that struck fear in the heart of enemies and sherpas alike. Get me talking about ANYTHING and i could make you regret you ever had an ( Read more... )

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