My chest is deep. Not so much from heartbreak (because after all, I initiated the decision to break up), but from a sense of loss. Much like the loss of use in an arm: Your arm is something you've counted on, something that's been there for so long. You look down, and there it is. Then suddenly, or over a period of sustained suffereing, it becomes ( Read more... )

I still only travel by foot and by foot, it's a slow climb/But I'm good at being uncomfortable, so/I can't stop changing all the time/I notice that my opponent is always on the go/and/won't go slow, so's not to focus, and I notice/He'll hitch a ride with any guide, as long as/They go fast from whence he came/But he's no good at being uncomfortable ( Read more... )

Hannah and Amanda joined me for a Dredg/Coheed and Cambria/other bands that suck concert up in Nashville. While we were trying to scour for tickets outside, we met the keyboard player for Coheed and Cambria. He was just chill, smokin, you know. Nice guy. For the 6 songs they played, and for the 3 that we heard, Dredg was awesome. The singer would ( Read more... )

Oh man. Just got back from Tuscaloosa to see Deacon Green (a band who's guitarist used to be in a band with Tyler). They were really good. Lots of fun dancing. And the projecter behind them played, get ready...REJECTED! "MY ANUS IS BLEEDING!" Oh and I, for some reason, got an armband that signified "Over 21." I bought one drink. I would have gone ( Read more... )

It's just one of those nights. Where you miss everything, but can't do anything but sit in the dark listening to CDs that keep skipping. I thought about driving. That'd be good. Maybe venture to a town i haven't been to. Get lost for about an hour or so, then slowly recognize your way back to the interstate. My mind always expands just a little bit ( Read more... )

If you put something in my hand, I'll drop it. It will slip, and my eyes will fall with it down to the floor. If you plant something in my head, it will evolve, and I'll forget. No need to yell, I've done this sort of thing before. You say I'm ill-fated, worth nothing more. I say it's me, just out to explore. Cigarette stained with scarlet lips, I ( Read more... )

"I know, I know."
"Please?"
"OK."

"I know, I know."
"Please?"
"OK."

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"I miss you."
                   "I miss you, too."
                   "Sweet dreamin'."
                   "You too."

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"I know, I know."
"So, please try?"
"OK."

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"Just thought I'd see how you were doin'."

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"I know, I know."

Please?

Well, it's almost 6 in the Am, and because of my more than usual cosumption of Coke today, I am NOT asleep.

I'm angry, too.

Angry at sluts, first off. People like Alix Bressler (if you've seen her facebook pictures, you know what I mean), who attend tanning beds every day of their natural existence and who take 45 minutes putting on makeup. (I ( Read more... )

I made a 311 playlist 31 songs deep. It's so magnificent.

Last night at Barnes and Noble, a place i'm becoming all too familiar with, i was listening to Mars Volta. I was reading and smoking, then suddenly a feeling of rejoice was felt. I'm freaking happy. So incredibly happy! I wanted to come home and write about it; i began to think of phrases, of lyrics that i could manipulate into meanings, of how ( Read more... )