abstract effect gathered in jackolanterns, clockwise
Dear The Internet,
In keeping with the idea that my life progressively gets more boring with every piece of information i display in this journal, I believe it's time to retire from the business of broadcasting my business. It might be time for me to start keeping a real journal, perhaps a document of moments and movements slightly less simulated. I look back upon this journal i kept in the realization that a shift has occurred. It happened in such a way that i no longer need this thing to balance out my thoughts, my ideas, my worried world.
If you still care to know what goes on in my life, drop me a line. Better yet, just use your common sense, because you know i'm either writing a song, drawing something, or stressing out about a romantic situation i can't avoid. Let yourself believe i'm that predictable. Talk to me and i might surprise you...or not.
For those who no longer care to learn what goes on in my life, i understand why. I can see how it must have been painstaking, watching the same events unfurl in the same fashion every other week or what have you. Rest assured i will continue to strive for excellence in every aspect of life i persue. My band won't give up, my wrist won't get tired of drawing, and this beating heart that's far too big for my body will keep looking for something worth while. For those who will miss my updates, don't fret, because no matter how you look at it...I'm gonna rock your fucking face off.
i leave you with this:
switched from fragments leading shadow-slight left,
upgrades from the accountable flattery and circuitry
the lenses are selections all spread sick across the crooked counter
android red evolves beneath buildings, under elastic hums
park this dead body curled within a suitcase
case in point i'm too big for the painting's focal point
out of this confetti manufactured desperado
comes the inclination that the coffee boy's brain
might be bigger than the drunken ex-girlfriend could expect
an ocean of pirates in oceana waiting, colliding with this ship
an envy in astoria, a story of a skeleton
a boy who's pulse perverted ugly and all the paper lanterns
were collected and hoisted humble across the sail
a dismantled detection in the distant fog
and unknown swindler waving sword in hand, and cuts on eyes
pre-emptive preperation in optic's evil stereo,
coming through clearer than you ever hoped i'd be
ever blackened ear drums, beaten beyond recognition, prepare them
for i'm about to scream.
you can catch me here.
www.theherokills.com (might not be up for a few days)
www.myspace.com/thehero
see ya.
-Adam McTiredOfThis
In keeping with the idea that my life progressively gets more boring with every piece of information i display in this journal, I believe it's time to retire from the business of broadcasting my business. It might be time for me to start keeping a real journal, perhaps a document of moments and movements slightly less simulated. I look back upon this journal i kept in the realization that a shift has occurred. It happened in such a way that i no longer need this thing to balance out my thoughts, my ideas, my worried world.
If you still care to know what goes on in my life, drop me a line. Better yet, just use your common sense, because you know i'm either writing a song, drawing something, or stressing out about a romantic situation i can't avoid. Let yourself believe i'm that predictable. Talk to me and i might surprise you...or not.
For those who no longer care to learn what goes on in my life, i understand why. I can see how it must have been painstaking, watching the same events unfurl in the same fashion every other week or what have you. Rest assured i will continue to strive for excellence in every aspect of life i persue. My band won't give up, my wrist won't get tired of drawing, and this beating heart that's far too big for my body will keep looking for something worth while. For those who will miss my updates, don't fret, because no matter how you look at it...I'm gonna rock your fucking face off.
i leave you with this:
switched from fragments leading shadow-slight left,
upgrades from the accountable flattery and circuitry
the lenses are selections all spread sick across the crooked counter
android red evolves beneath buildings, under elastic hums
park this dead body curled within a suitcase
case in point i'm too big for the painting's focal point
out of this confetti manufactured desperado
comes the inclination that the coffee boy's brain
might be bigger than the drunken ex-girlfriend could expect
an ocean of pirates in oceana waiting, colliding with this ship
an envy in astoria, a story of a skeleton
a boy who's pulse perverted ugly and all the paper lanterns
were collected and hoisted humble across the sail
a dismantled detection in the distant fog
and unknown swindler waving sword in hand, and cuts on eyes
pre-emptive preperation in optic's evil stereo,
coming through clearer than you ever hoped i'd be
ever blackened ear drums, beaten beyond recognition, prepare them
for i'm about to scream.
you can catch me here.
www.theherokills.com (might not be up for a few days)
www.myspace.com/thehero
see ya.
-Adam McTiredOfThis