this ain't a whiskey drowned ballad, there ain't nothin' here that's valid:
my name is tim.
i'm a tragic byronic hero.
i've been in love my whole life.
i'm the leader of the 2509.
i make vlogs and films and flicks and skits and movies.
http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=2509films
(we have like eleven subscribers. it's not quantity, it's quality)
i created and host and produce a music webseries called "bands my parents wouldn't like playing in my parents' house."
i write comics and screenplays and short stories and songs and plays and novels and graffiti on bathroom walls.
http://twitter.com/2509
http://tonka2bad.livejournal.com
i was in a band once. we don't play anymore. but i got to sing careless whisper over a blippy beat and that's pretty much all I wanted.
http://www.myspace.com/hooliganscrew
i've been rejected by a variety of literary journals, including happy!, mcsweeney's, and the paris review. i've been rejected by usc and by the grillo foundation. i've been rejected by the colorado film association, by the teengrrl (13-19) message board myjellybean.com, and by tons of girls who didn't think i was nearly as charming as i think i am.
i'm kinda a hipster douchebag but i'm fat so no one really calls me on it, 'cause i don't wear thin cut suits and skinny jeans.
i wear all black, all the time.
i'm a hardcore lipstick feminist. it's like post-third-wave-feminism.
i'm a soldier in the army of the 3oh!3.
i like dive bars and drive-ins, chasin' women with tattoos, writing and making movies, drinking and fighting and gambling and buying things i can't afford.
i like hard drinkin' brawlin' bitches who curse and make out with each other.
i ran into this girl at the supermarket who said "excuse me, can i ask you a weird question?" and i said, "sure." and she said, "are you tim davids?" and i said, "yeah." and she said, "i knew you in elementary school and you were the first person who was ever nice to me."
the other day i was walking down the street and someone passing in a car yelled out "TWENTY FIVE OH NINE!"
thank you, one of eleven.
thank you.
in the night i hear them talk
the coldest story ever told,
somewhere far along this road
he lost his soul
to a woman so heartless
how could you be so heartless?
how could you be so
cold as the winter wind when it breeze yo
just remember that you talking to me yo
you need to watch the way you talking to me yo
i mean after all the things that we been through
i mean after all the things we got into
and yo i know some things you things that you aint told me
i know i did some things but thats the old me
and now you wanna pay me back
you gon show me
so you walk round like you don't me
you got them new friends
well i got new homies
but at the end it's still so lonely
i'm an engine driver
on a long run, on a long run
would i were beside her
she's a long one, such a long one
and if you don't love me let me go
and if you don't love me let me go
and i am a writer, writer of fictions
i am the heart that you call home
and i've written pages upon pages
trying to rid you from my bones
my bones
my bones
i'm a money lender
i have fortunes upon fortunes
take my hand for tender
i am tortured, ever tortured
and if you don't love me let me go
and if you don't love me let me go
and i am a writer, writer of fictions
i am the heart that you call home
and i've written pages upon pages
trying to rid you from my bones
i am a writer, i am all that you have hoped on
and i've written pages upon pages
trying to rid you from my bones
my bones
my bones
and if you don't love me let me go
and if you don't love me let me go
good advice for someone like me:
behind the pain
someone is rejoicing
behind the torture
there is love
who's going to buy
this bullshit
if you don't become the ocean
you'll be seasick
every day
