i have this terrible allergy thing that happens eveyr year aroudn the same time where i can't hear out of one of my ears.  it makes me want to die, yes.  and all i want to do is just finish this fucking demo.  my dad called me yesterday and left a message. he's moving out of the apartment and doesn't know what to do with all my old clothes.  ( Read more... )

He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could`ve ( Read more... )

i watched the notebook today.  that movie makes me feel jaded.  cheeseballz ( Read more... )

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i wish i could sleep. it's 2 and i do have to be up in 3 hours or so. a long, tad lonesome saturday. handsome weather with a grey-haired streak of overcast.  big show tommorow.  debating whether to try and pull of one of my own or fall back on either julia or stephen paul smith's tune, no name # 4.  i really should have thought this out.  i suppose ( Read more... )

one minute your blood runs electric  
pretty girls the jukebox swears
like a sailor 
they'll drag you underwater

one hour to wilt just like a flower
shaking off your medals 
the petals and the sweat
to get to the valor of things 
you'd lost in a war

one day the Bonnie hands will pay
for all those hearts they stole
from your pick-pocket soul
when you were ( Read more... )

 i happen to have a reasonably high opinion of myself . . . when drunk.  and damnit, what's so wrong with that?  at least if you catch me on the right day.  that is if the sun came out to play and i'd copped a hard-stolen kiss. you'd never guess it but i'm kind of tightly wound.  or at least not comfortable with the fact that, for the most part, ( Read more... )

downing a nip of whiskey at noon on an empty stomach: bad idea!
smoking weed in a public place: good idea!

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dunkin donuts flatbread sandwiches: bad idea!

my mouth is indecent and uneloquent. it needs to go to the shape store because it is out.  can only consume and cannot create.

if you need to know, i'm itchy.  happy too.  a bit sour about ( Read more... )

c'est la vie.

things are beautiful and sometimes not. except for you - you and me - we're always beautiful even when we're ugly and lonely. it's been a decade without romance and a day in the park with a bottle of black magic up my sleeve.

my great uncle, walter, is senile, but that's never stopped him from being a genius. believe what you want ( Read more... )

you call yourself a poet
with a mouth's worth of fool's gold
stealing lines from neon signs
in some lover's old raincoat

and when your boots get heavy
from carryin' that rain
you sacrifice your diamond soles
for a junkyard heart and a trailer home
making plans that never last
chasing hands to play

she sings out to the soldiers
armor struck with pins
she says ( Read more... )