it is bizarre how the tone of a relationship can falter. as if these instances really come as any surprise. as if it honestly makes any difference.

we're all just self loathing teenagers with two much time and not enough sense. our trivial dependencies for attention and purpose and lust and reputation get the best of us.

thats bullshit.

police car lights squint through trees in every apartment complex or gleam threateningly in convenience store parking lots. diligently destroying a random somebody's week....simply because they were in one unlucky haste. robert smith convinces me that its a perfect night for making out. lets get happy ( Read more... )

oh...if i could write the beauty of your eyes...the crowd would say "this poet lies! surly such heavenly features appear not on earthly faces!" and so should my papers, yellowed with their age, cry out against the truth of my tongue. or the pressure of my pen. they would surly refuse to accept words of such vastness ( Read more... )

the coast, my relatively new rock and roll outfit, will be performing TONIGHT at skrappys with a multitude of pop punk bands. the cover is four dollars and we play around 8. if you have no plans between 8 and 9, join us at skrappys ( Read more... )

god gave one mr. ben folds a special talent that he selfishly withheld in the creation of the rest of us. so, god, if you are reading this, thanks a whole lot for giving us ben, but how about sharing his wealth?!

i got a pretty trashy graphic design job today. here are the proofs.

http://rossnm.com/work/whisper_side_one.GIF
http://rossnm.com/work/whisper_side_two.GIF

lechnerous: david, i just received a sexually transmitted disease and a backwards baseball cap
lechnerous: simply by viewing them
lechnerous: kudos!

in other news:
laurel burton is (still ( Read more... )

what is any of this supposed to prove? insert another scene-related rant here, because i'm to disgusted to type one out ( Read more... )

so the cycle begins again.

who fucking knows. lets just all slit our wrists at once, so no one will be there to call us cowards.

An improved reality ( Read more... )