Movies that I have recently bought and need to watch:
Apocolypse Now (again)
The Godfather
Munich
Primer
Band of Brothers (a miniseries, I know, and its borrowed, but I still need to watch that again)

Let me know if anybody wants to watch those with me, I could use the company.

This is a song that I have just written. Keep in mind that there is no music to hear, yet, but I think I will record it soon at Ray's. Let me know what you think of it. Here it is:

FirefliesFireflies, buzzing round ( Read more... )

I know this is going to sound really emo, but to those superfriends that read my blog, you will understand. I cried from listening to music for the first time ever. The song wasn't terrible subtle, but it was so incredibly meaningful to me. The song was Do You Realize by the Flaming Lips. The lyrics are as follows ( Read more... )

"If you can't relate to that song (Creep by Radiohead), you didn't really have a childhood and you probably deserve to get beat up a little,"
--Either Michael Ian Black or Hal Sparks, I forget which...

Life is a constant battle between the heart and the mind. But guess who wins? The skeleton.

I did something amazing today. I walked home from BCC. It took two hours, but I did it. It felt really, really good. It was refreshing to be able to jump into something like that. Just start walking and keep walking. It was hard work, for someone as out of shape as I am, but the satisfaction was amazing. To be able to be in the middle of something ( Read more... )

Some things I can't put into words. For now it sits at the front of my mind and blurs my vision. I'll let you guys know when I figure it out.

Muse... was awesome. And yet totally un-fulfilling. I don't know why... everything is, lately. Nothing hits me with the same impact. Nothing fills me with the same warmth. Nothing touches me with the same softness. I guess you can't stop the wheel of time from rolling forward, flattening your hopes, dreams, ambitions, plans... like a steamroller. ( Read more... )

The scarred paint on the monolith has lost it's color. The creamy ichor upon it begins to peel away. Layers of plaster and sheetrock, crumbling to the ground. They reveal nothing. I should have known.

Sloth on Razor-WireA sloth ( Read more... )

I havn't posted in a while, I guess I owe it to my faithful readers to say something ( Read more... )