I drove through the evening passed places I knew. Since I've been away at school, my brother Aaron's been using Colita and has seen no reason to buy her insurance, or to give her an oil change for that matter. It felt good to be inside of her again. Although she was running differently and sounded like a podracer from Episode I, she was still ( Read more... )

Since I made a post about my mom, I wanna make one about my dad too.

Here's a bitch of a song I just finished about my dad, and the many sorrows that have afflicted him throughout his life.  It was tough to write, so it took me a few months.  It's at a place now that I'm satisfied with.  I absolutely love my dad, but we have a rocky relationship.  ( Read more... )

I love my mom. She calls me last night, and in her nasally/motherly tone asks "are you depressed? Because you are loved, Nicholbees. It's all around you ( Read more... )

Don't you hate when you begin a post, then you accidentally close the window? All well. It forces me to flesh out what I write, which is something I don't do enough as an English major ( Read more... )

Okay ( Read more... )

Here's pics of my new tat.

It's written in Sanskrit, which is the mother language of India. It says "ekam sat vipra bahuda vadanti agnim, yamam, matarasvanam ahuh" -- which translates to "the truth is one but called by many different names, such as Agni, Yama and Matarasvana." It's a verse from the Rig Veda, a sacred text of Hinduism.


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See, I haven't been completely unproductive lately. Here's a new song I wrote that I really like...

No Se Porque

Bride and groom, fancy hotel room

Making love in the early morning

She falls asleep to Spanish novellas

He sips his tea and kisses her eyes

He looks at her long without her knowing

Leaves his wedding ring by her side

He walks the ( Read more... )

A little bored + a little lonely ( Read more... )

Sex Without Love

How do they do it, the ones who make love

without love? Beautiful as dancers,

gliding over each other like ice-skaters

over the ice, fingers hooked

inside each other ‘s bodies, faces

red as steak, wine, wet as the

children at birth whose mothers are going to

give them away.  How do they come to the

come to the    come to the    ( Read more... )

The sunlight peaks through the window, as I put the finishing touches on my first complete demo. 7 original songs by Sentimental Heroine (my solo project).... just let me know if you want a copy!

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