all of us are done for.

images from the last few weeks..

 jamming, jamming, jamming.

 waiting. for shows.

shows. shows. shows.

 sound guys. sound guys. sound guys.

images from home. the younger, wonder, wild years.

and tonight? show show show.

:)

my sins caught up with you

i need somebody to talk to, but i pushed you away.

i need somebody who understands, but it doesn't look like your coming back.

 side note: something with hair blurring my photos..i love.

side note: little details is something i'll always be about.

side note: something about the waves will always be apart of me.

drowning

we all know, we all know by now that you're the only thing that you talk about. we all know, we all know that things won't work out, no. you've got nothing to say. you've got nothing to say. you've got nothing.

if there were words

sometimes i feel sad about things i don't want to be sad about.

"Pedro the Lion is loud in the speakers, and the city waits just outside our open windows. She sits and sings, legs crossed in the passenger seat, her pretty voice hiding in the volume. Music is a safe place and Pedro is her favorite. It hits me that she won't see this skyline for several weeks, and we will be without her. I lean forward, knowing this will be written, and I ask what she'd say if her story had an audience. She smiles. "Tell them to look up. Tell them to remember the stars."

"I would rather write her a song, because songs don't wait to resolve, and because songs mean so much to her. Stories wait for endings, but songs are brave things bold enough to sing when all they know is darkness. These words, like most words, will be written next to midnight, between hurricane and harbor, as both claim to save her."

every stupid thing you do makes my heart sick.

"I’m sorry that somehow, that somewhere along the way, I lost my voice. And now when I really need to speak up, when I really need to tell you something, I can’t. And I bite my tongue, and I dig my nails into my hands and I squeeze my eyes shut when the tears begin to well in them. And what is there to do except repeat the profound feeling of hate? But I don’t hate you, I love you and that is the problem. And you can accuse me of being cold, or cruel, or not caring, but I care. I care so much that every stupid thing you do makes my heart sick."

someone once said that what you want to say has already been said (which i of course take grave offense to) so if you can't say it better, let them say it for you. well, i could say it a million ways, but my words are tired. and my heart is tired. of everything that has broken within me and this life. so i sit. mull over the promises forgotten and i think, somewhere along the way, i lost my voice.

please stay, until i'm gone.

i'm going to make a picture book. 

i can't decide what it should have in it.

 this kinda thing...

or....

this kinda thing.

i just dunno.

words rot and fall away.

so really cool stuff on the way... just saying.

i time bomb.

i time bomb.

i time bomb.

i time bomb.

i time bomb.

Push it out, fake a smile
AVERT disaster, just in time
I need a drink, cause in a while
Worthless answers from friends of mine
It's dumb to ask, cool to ignore
Girls posess me, but they're never mine
I made my entrance, avoided hazards
Checked my engine, I fell behind

I fell behind She makes me feel like it's raining outside
And when the storm's gone i'm all torn up inside
 I'm always nervous on, days like this like the prom
I get too scared to move, cause i'm a fuckin' boy
Remember when I was in the grocery store, now's my time
Lost the words,lost my nerve, lost the girl, left the line
I would wish upon a star, but that star, it doesn't shine
So read my book with a boring endingA short story of a lonely guy
Who fell behind
She makes me feel like it's raining outside
And when the storm's gone i'm all torn up inside
I'm always nervous on, days like this like the prom
I get too scared to move, cause i'm a fuckin' boy

She makes me feel like it's raining outside
And when the storm's gone i'm all torn up inside
I'm always nervous on, days like this like the prom
I get too scared to move, cause i'm still just a stupid worthless boy

untitled

hypothermic

frost: a deposit of small white ice crystals

formed on the ground or other surfaces

when the temperature falls below freezing.

hypothermic.

frozen.

glacial.

arctic.

captured.

p.s. it's new years day.