smoke till i cry
laying on my back in the grass
wishing for earth to bury me
taking drags as if they were ending.
trying to forget.
all loneliness apprehending.

http://www.playlist.com/node/30245404

im marking grav rips off my list of race day preparations.....
hwy 13 to buckhead was fun though

no.love.hard.drugs.june.bugs.

music is beauty it shapes your pain. repeat track creates predictable sustain. tempo a rhythmic feeding of the feeling to bring me down again. to where i lay my head soon to sleep watching todays day inside before its lost and found. somewhere from now in rhythm pushing out through finger tips and selfish desires a path heard not felt conspired.

i ran out of mike and ikes fuck this shit

DamnShitIsAllOverThePlaceCrazyLikeFuckinShitLookAtThatShitShitIsFuckingEverywhereWheresMyShitWhatTheShit
FuckThatFuckinShitAllreadyGodDamnWhatTheFuckingShitBitchFUCKINGMOTHERFUCK!SONOFBITCHGODMOTHERFUCKINGDAMN

fuck this shit

got kinda stoked on skyline photography and finally took some of my own pics heres a few off my first roll
( skyline project )

i miss playing shows

its cold and it hasent stopped raining but when the doorway stops moving i think ill go to the porch and gaze at the webbing of the center street trees that stand at rest side by side their rain soaked leafless branches growing into each other and streching upward like a thousand crooked vains draining into the sky. its all moving and hazy. ( Read more... )