July 2010
15 posts
A box, a handsewn shirt, a mix tape. Souvenirs of...
Why must I be so goddamn fond to turn the knife and rub salt in my own wounds, over and over. I just don’t understand. I am so forever hopelessly in love with my own misery and nostalgia that I let it torture me every second tick. I will be the death of both myself and any potential to ever be happy, again. Fuck me. I hate me.
I avoided these songs for a long goddamned time. I hate...
Hi.
Sometimes I know that a piece of you is still in love with me. Or at least a piece of me, be it entirely, a memory of me, a moment where we both just, knew. And that, Miss Iwouldneverfuckingtellyoueverbecausethesightofyoumakesmetremblebutireallydidmeanwhatisaidinthecarthatonenightwhenwewerejustkids, instills just the briefest bit of happiness. But that’s more than I’ve felt in a...
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WatchIf you have not seen Waking Life, now is your chance. (It literally requires nothing more than clicking play). It’s my favorite movie. It may stir up a bit of mental indigestion. But you will be a better (partially enlightened maybe?) person because of it.
I’ve bookmarked this movie on almost every computer I’ve ever been on. Ha. But yes, enjoy in its full entirety if...
PIRANHA 3D?
Yeah. There you go, World.
2012ers, you should be more concerned with Idiocracy.
You don't want to know where I go in my head.
I filled up my heart and now
It’ll swim like a stone,
It’ll sink like a brick tied to my wrists in the water.
I’ve been trying hard to remember.
You don’t want to know where I go.
Something good. Something sad.
Finally, after 7 long years, I’ve once again tracked down and restored most of my Ariel Kill Him collection. This could not be more bittersweet. I’m almost afraid to listen to these songs again. Hello nostalgia and crippling depression, we meet again.
I don’t know if anyone here likes me as a human being or my music or whatever. But if you do even slightly. Do yourself a favor...
Sometimes.
Milk in a cup from my childhood with a red vine straw.
Me, being a loser.
Even though I know that you’re no longer in love with me,
Even if you’d rather be asleep in the next room.
Even if you just came back for a second to make sure I didn’t die on the way home from work.
Even if you didn’t speak to me.
I’m just tired of coming home to an empty unfamiliar place and drinking myself to sleep pretending I’ll be normal again. ...
Here’s another new demo.
It’s titled...
June 2010
10 posts
Today,
I spent 14 hours recording with Steve in his studio. I’m so very goddamn tired. Thank god for Adult Swim because I am sure as hell not going to finish this 40 off watching infomercials. I don’t even know if this makes sense because my brain is too fried from staring at a computer screen/tracking 9 sets of drums and 6 guitars/relearning how to play bass/driving for half an hour...
