limp lines resign themselves to margins. like a drunken vampire, i miss the sun. i killed this summer, now it's done. let's split and reconvene in a warmer space. i'm scratching my head turning nights into days. don't talk to me about boredom. don't talk to me about pride. i sucked it all up, i swallowed it down. it's fine. gangrene hangs on every word. bullshit endings to stories unheard. it's unheard of to me to not fathom doom. so, what did you find in my emperor's tomb? some notebooks, some tee-shirts, some bad spelling errors. strangled syntax, broken bottles and chairs. this here is my legacy. i leave all of this to thee. drink at the funeral. piss on the corpse. yell at the sun till your voice is all hoarse. i'm gone. this is good bye. dead as a dream beneath a grey chicago sky.
Whoever you are, you stayed far away for too long.
The Gorgeous, Comeback Kid, Sainte Catherines, (+44), Good Riddance, Avail, Ensign, The Draft, Hot Water Music, Weakerthans, Constantines, Underoath, Against Me!, The Lawrence Arms, Darkest Hour, Isis, 65 Days of Static, blah blah blah I like music.
Battle Royale, Ong-Bak, Napoleon Dynamite, Studio Ghibli stuff, you know, the usual.
It's all shit really, isn't it?
Swallow, Hand to Eye, 100 habits of successful graphic designers, Battle Royale (again) stuff by plazm, Ashley Wood art books, anything by 40 oz. comics (food one!), plus interesting stuff in historical reference.
this here is my legacy, i leave all of this to thee.