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anxiety.

a mud bath is better than a real bath.. any day.

About Me

i spend alot of my time breathing

My Interests

robots. boring things. the ocean. biocentrism. leaf piles. ciggarettes. watching movies in the dark. trains. boats. picnics. crimethinc. porches. metal. forests. foriegn ecosystems. zombies. tidal waves. listening to the rain. wizard jams. reverse osmosis. skipping stones. vegan food. tree houses. forts. sailing. stones. red wine. climbing trees. burning bridges. education. getting lost in the woods. i have a pocket full of monsters. rooftops. elmyr. explosives. guitar as a crutch. texture. playing keys of sorts. water. making discoveries. avacado. gardenias. listening to good records. challanging the world. sunset. sunrise. cartwheels. animals. creating. destructing. green. sushi. satellite maps. garlic. hotrods. singing all the wrong words out of tune. riding my bike. bones. raising hell. anatomy. juice. crystals. lovers. mud.

I'd like to meet:

lay in the soil we'll sink into the earth. roots will grow and cover us in dirt. weeks will pass before they wonder where we are. they'll set out searching with shuvels and sonar. the grass will grow thick over. us. after a while they'll forget about us. flowers and earthworms in the spring. dirt in our throats they won't hear us sing. cover me in clovers. tie me up in lace. sift purple powders illuminating face. the water slips below. it hints to us in jest. we laugh. and breathe. and breathe. and hold our breath. and sleep back to chest. filthy lives of simple bliss underground. the perfect kiss pretty hands dirty lips it was the winter that i missed. holding hands with dirty lips it was the winter that i missed

Music:

the real stuff.

Movies:

cult classics. documentaries. indie films. zombie movies.

Books:

se hinton. chuck palahnuick. charles bukowski. henry rollins. saul williams. kurt vonnegut. alexander berkman. david sedaris. noam chomsky. cs lewis. henry miller. joe cole. frantz fanon. jonathan safran foer. nick hornby. cookbooks. many many more.

Heroes:

the lovers. the dreamers. and me.

My Blog

alittle bit of me.

i am not a jazz expert.i am not an addicti am not a great tap dancer.. a criminal.. a sex fiend.. your pull along pali am not the other woman.. an amazing artist.. an inapropriate choicei am not socia...
Posted by anxiety. on Tue, 08 May 2007 09:45:00 PST

red eyes. six ams. street signs.

coffee and yogurt ever morningsitting in the sunshinethis is torture in the tarpits.my hearts been pounding since i woke upa bad case of thermonuclear jump the gun spring feverthe kind that may lead t...
Posted by anxiety. on Tue, 08 May 2007 09:36:00 PST

say anything

frank sinatra gave me this coatciggarettes in the left pocketi tore his throat out on accident of coursebut i had no other routeto pure blissreminds me of that song i never knewlove won't let me goi w...
Posted by anxiety. on Tue, 08 May 2007 09:31:00 PST

.as i do.

Oceans shape the sides Touching down in the spaces Soaking from a warm goodbye An early rise offers kindly Tonight I sleep to dream Of a place that's calling me It is always just a dream Still I can...
Posted by anxiety. on Wed, 02 May 2007 05:23:00 PST

wednesday night.

we live high. our love gorges on the alcohol we feed it. and it grows all fat and friendly we have surplus if we need it. we hold on as hard as we can. our knuckles are white. we write letters to each...
Posted by anxiety. on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 07:06:00 PST

i can tell when the thirds gone to deep.

there are bullets in the bonfire and blood in the rain and you left rocks in the souls of my boots. all i asked for was a sip of your beer and now i'm waking up in the middle of your head the wretche...
Posted by anxiety. on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 10:33:00 PST

whiskey and enjoyable rashes.

oh, it's mr ass. i don't know his last name.. his name is THE ASS and really that is all you need to know. that and time is time and we all wonder where everything falls.. falls hard. harder and hard...
Posted by anxiety. on Wed, 24 Jan 2007 03:25:00 PST

dawn lets you dream. never stop smiling.

i find myself naked and alone covered in green honey. from the seed where it began somewhere on the left of this week. if only you could handle this give. your right. you might be able to attatch you...
Posted by anxiety. on Wed, 24 Jan 2007 03:24:00 PST

the corners of my smile. will get the best of me.

in the summer time climbing trees to reach over the train tracks my eyes are as huge as the engines in 1950 dodge desotos i've got velcro on my hands and feet but i wash my own underwear and at n...
Posted by anxiety. on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 08:35:00 PST

love compassion healing abundance.

im surrounded by all this emerald stop trying to distract me there is this fucking carousel of peace lillies and dead catfish it smells like emerald you can go now get out of here im going to rock my ...
Posted by anxiety. on Tue, 08 Aug 2006 11:53:00 PST