lyrics |
long post...lyrics to songs i've never shown, never put to a band, and other reasonssweet bippy:and i'll save/all the conversationsanother day/another complicationi wish i'd/avoid the confrontationsan...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Mar 2009 08:11:00 GMT |
quote |
Can I be as I believe myself or as others believe me to be? Here is where these lines become a confession in the presence of my unknown and unknowable me, unknown and unknowable for myself. Here is wh...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Aug 2008 03:31:00 GMT |
random thoughts thru a kaleidoscope stereo mind |
organized religion for the most part never fights injustice. they feed it, breed it, and almost always offer biblical proof that the injustice is just.emote - to overreactemo - to overdounchecked cons...
Posted by on Tue, 06 May 2008 19:13:00 GMT |
nonsensicalramblingslingslings |
duck shoe tofu salad bowl casserole freeze dried hairdo zebra-phile toilet bowl none of this makes sense mitt ho ugh tsi do nt trans sic ant re adm ind complex caricatures of medieval ...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 18:38:00 GMT |
scene starting instructional sampler |
Some Do's and Don'ts of creating, maintaining, and flourishing a scene (fuck emo and hardcore btw) 1- When you are playing a show, WATCH THE OTHER BANDS PLAY! don't sit in your van until its time to ...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 21:59:00 GMT |
dead fly windshield |
Grab the Invisible Cure all In the wars we wage don't fight alone Frozen Trophy Wrapped in bubble tape The gold was left out to rust too long Lean on your frien...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Feb 2008 18:15:00 GMT |
a confirmation through delusion |
He is a magician Hiding the truth behind gentle fissures His heart is fighting a war And his mind is weilding scissors His eyes won't meet His eyes will not meet His own He is a false prophet A gent...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 16:17:00 GMT |
neon residue |
You are the muse of little use Person carved from rice and frozen planks of wood Show us where your God resides Wipe your hands of the neon halo residue We are ...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 16:11:00 GMT |
A Longer Night |
The field was charred, like charcoal, or charbroil. Sulfur and the stink of hot dogs fills the air. Bruce Brucerson is preparing to fight, and if that doesn't work, run. ...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 17:02:00 GMT |
A Long Night |
It was a moonless night, which was fitting considering it was three in the afternoon. Bruce Brucerson pulled his Ford Mustang to the side of the road, rolled down the window, and hooked a sunburned el...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 16:14:00 GMT |
