I've replaced the genuine thrashings and strummings of musical practice with digital lamentations of my distorted keratin jewelry.

Have I unwittingly written a requiem?

I am starving, even when I'm full.

Tomorrow we all taste the wind.

Four controlled stab wounds later, loaded with synthetic opiates, she could finally continue living ( Read more... )

Marcato moments have been punctuating my dreams, and col arco driftings have dominated my hours of transit.
The only thing coursing through my veins is caffiene, and the only thing in my mind is a chorus I can't replicate. It is for this reason that you can hardly expect to find me in the coming weeks. Perhaps I shall emerge after graduation.

Baleated for your pleasure.

Edit #2: I am posting mad music to purevolume and Last.fm... I urge everyone to download everything, because I'm going to be replacing the old stuff soon.

Iced-coffee urges do not a just distraction make.

I burn the bottom out of the kettle and then I sink into my sheets for 13 hours... what's going to be left of me in three days?

If I am guilty of one sin it is allowing the most gorgeous aural sensations of my life to dissipate from my memory over this last month.

I take secret pleasure in giving myself a button-popping tummy-ache!