Random Thoughts, Post Trip |
1 - The Boston accent is not a myth. It is very real and very scary. Hearing some guy proclaiming that he wants a 'STEAKA AND CHEESA SUB WITH SOME JAGAMEISTAAAA' is not my idea of fun.2 - I'm pretty...
Posted by Brian on Thu, 03 Aug 2006 11:27:00 PST |
Prelude |
It strikes fear into you; you're lying there, a pool of blood where your left index finger used to be... Your trigger finger's down for the count, and you're wearing your Sunday best. You dress like...
Posted by Brian on Thu, 22 Dec 2005 11:29:00 PST |
When Did Murder Become A Viable Option? |
Who the fuck keeps giving me guns? Who the fuck keeps giving me knives? Who the fuck keeps giving me targets? Who the fuck keeps giving me money? It's over. I'm walking away from this life that I've ...
Posted by Brian on Wed, 07 Dec 2005 12:17:00 PST |
Converge - October 7th - La Tulipe |
Broken, bruised. Kicked in the face, nose, the back of the head... countless times. My head was used as a springboard for people jumping off of the stage. All four limbs ache from being pu...
Posted by Brian on Sat, 08 Oct 2005 09:43:00 PST |
Something Old, Something New, Something Black, Something Blue |
Something old that I wrote way back and just found. Thought it was kinda catchy. Radio Silence. We're coming in obstructed Unclear, shimmering, hanging around in the air Constantly dancing ar...
Posted by Brian on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Sounds Of The Underground Review (Sort Of) |
You suddenly find yourself alone.
When you yawn, your ears close up but the reverberations of the guitar(s) and drums crash upon your ribcage, feeling something akin to someone with a huge hammer w...
Posted by Brian on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Goblin. |
It's muggy and I think the apocalypse is coming. I sit on my roof at night and theorize about nothing at all. It's funny how life feels like it's suffocating you, when you let the simple things that w...
Posted by Brian on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Pipe Demon Tour |
So apparently Cody and I were offered a chance to tour in our Pipe Demon personas this summer, but Morrison said no. Fuck him. We could've gone places. THERE AIN'T NO TREES IN THE DESERT, BABY...
Posted by Brian on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Mindless Self Indulgence - June 3rd - La Tulipe |
MINDLESS SELF INDULGENCE - JUNE 4TH - LA TULIPE Going to a Mindless Self Indulgence show is a little like getting raped in the ass. No, actually, scratch that. It's a l...
Posted by Brian on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Lame Poetry Sprung From A Late Night With A Blender And A Gun |
Buried here
So close to where we've been
A grain of truth
Betrayal of trust
Her desire for a horizontal tryst
Over-riding an affinity for love
And yet I'll still forever wonder
Staring out at...
Posted by Brian on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
