She had hands, wonderfully tender hands, caring hands, hands that would tremble and fall down at her side. These hands told stories, and when she spoke, they spoke--in syncopated rhythms and timed-just-right waves, gestures. When her lips closed, those hands closed too, upon her lap, fit to catch, welcoming. But, her eyes really said it all.

You fell. You fell from his embrace. He will never view you again, again in that same light, after you have fallen. You never actually fell, but feel as if you did. It's making you puke in the morning. You dream of him. But you fell, without falling. Always remember this. You fell without falling.

Tomorrow I am going to be leaving to go stay with Jonathan Taylor Rose at his homestead in Fayetteville, AR where we will be practicing for his upcoming tour. The tour is about a month long and spans from Arkansas to New York, hitting every possible venue along the way. I'm incredibly excited for this. I just disabled text messaging on my phone and ( Read more... )

I'm back here. I just spent two weeks feeling the best I've ever felt in my entire life. I can't accurately explain it, it just was, and is, and always will be. The thought has always been there but it is now fully realized, fully conceived, without doubt. It's good to have coexisted on the same plane, to become acquainted in a way never before ( Read more... )

It's all very surreal, leading me to believe that perception is just a grand dream that you question with a sort of half-cocked acceptance. Nothing has been prolonged or misfired, but seemingly perfect, no... actually perfect, without eyes deceiving-- happening exactly as it should be.

It finally drops like a Fat Man on Nagasaki. One week till the beginning of real growth connections, large hands gripping without any intent on letting go. It's all very exciting.

i wish i could help you when you are in pain. i can't even help myself, i'm not sure i'd be much use to you.

I had another dream about sex. Hank and I are getting more sure in our want to move out West. Hank suggested it, and I'm more indifferent. One of the coasts is fine with me, and I'd rather embark on such a journey with an able minded friend. I think we're going to try and play shows with our new project and upload some lo-fi 8-track recordings onto ( Read more... )

So. I guess I'll delete this thing by the end of the week. Enjoy your lives.

I'm going to visit Jenny before work. And before work I'm going to go to that job interview at that skateshop. If I get the job, that'll be my second job, and it will give me more money to pump back into my savings account. Jenny is a nympho-maniacal, 6ft tall, pre-madonna sophomore in highschool hardcore-scene kid. But she's cute. In fact she's ( Read more... )