It doesn't snow where I live, so I make angels in the dirt ( Read more... )

Last night ( Read more... )

There is no such thing as permanence; the only constant is change. Sustained joy is actually robotic contentment, which is synonymous to apathy and indifference. I seek the entire range/spectrum of human emotion; it is the culmination of knowledge and enlightenment. I don't expect you to understand or condone my decisions. I choose the path of ( Read more... )

The size of my wallet does not grant me the ability to give you everything you ever wanted,
But with this guitar, this heart, and this sad excuse for art, may all your picket-fence dreams be granted.

It doesn't snow here, so I make angels in the dirt,
Share honest laughs on swingsets and pick daisies from the earth,
Give bouquets to sad-faced strangers, and wish on dandellion seeds.
I spread smiles via contagion as if joy were a disease.

Red-checkered blankets and baby's breath ( Read more... )

I pulled a needle from my arm in March, and haven't touched it since,
But, no matter what I do or say, I can't convince my friends of this,
'Cause you spread half-truths and rumors like door-to-door religion;
You speak of gossip and gospel as if you knew the fucking difference.

New songs/recordings: Poem.

Due to my current state of homelessness, I am spontaneously hopping in the van with my friends The Morning Kennedy Was Shot, and WalkSmall, and going on tour. The gypsy I am, I am not officially booked on any of these shows, but will be attempting to hop on the lineup, or will perform in the parking lot for any willing ( Read more... )

If anyone's interested, my, "project," Poem (which is just me), will be playing at The Clubhouse in Tempe, Arizona on June 3rd ( Read more... )

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