Wednesday 30 December 2009

not bad meaning bad


it's not too late. you can still get me

insomaniac

can not sleep
I daydream at night. I bounce. For hours. Then a tight bundle of twenty-thousand-things-not-solid-behind-the-eyes-so-called-dreamstate. Little too much too late. I'm like a fucking balloon.

Monday 28 December 2009

shards of nine

past future

I remember a show that fed in to two house parties, one up, one down and it all melted on top of me and I slept funny on a floor and I felt okay. I woke up before everyone else, I often do, not creepy, just it's quite nice, like you steal some time for yourself, a plus. But anyway i'm waking up in this crazy apartment, this awesome band Talbot Tagora lived there then, Seattle, downstairs someone had recreated their room entirely out of cardboard - a room inside a room. That was cool. And this really nice guy, Robert, it was his house I think, had these stick and pokes on his knees: one knee said "PAR" the other "DEE". That's what I remember. So good. And anyway he just seemed such a nice warm guy and so everyone is asleep, it's morning and I feel okay and I get to the bathroom and this is pinned up in there and it made me feel really amazing and it stuck with me.

"I knocked over his trashcan. So the next night he shot me with his bb gun. You could've just asked. Next time it won't be your trash I'm eating...
...it'll be your remains. But not just me. It'll be all of us.
We should have done this a long time ago."

Monday 21 December 2009

Wednesday 9 December 2009

camp


will never chill
all kinds of amazing/confusing messaging for you here kiddies

slice of saturn in minehead saved me. needed solar myth. needed lift. got that. got smile. until ineviti-crash. i steer funny these days. out of control and all over myself and all over others.
got to brake on broken.

no sir, no.

Friday 4 December 2009

kill yourself

cleveland oh... hi... oh.

Tuesday 1 December 2009