I want to remind you all to diversify y'all's bonds...
I don't know why I feel like writing in this is going to extract some sort of poison from my veins. I don't know why writing makes me feel. Writing gives meaning to my otherwise meaningless thought processes. I've met so many good people lately. I feel trapped by the amount of positive energy lying dormant inside me. I feel like my body is about to explode in a white hot flash of apathy and fast food. The gooey remains of my awful existence will soak into the sidewalks and living room carpet until there's nothing left of this thing I've become. Is it normal for humans to get the urge to run around in circles? I feel like I would feel better if I just wrote the word, "word" over and over and over again. I guess I won't subject you to word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word
By the way, I started playing in a band about a month ago. We're called Violins. If anyone would like to see some heavy ass music this weekend we have a show at WIUS on Satuday (4/2). Holy Bible, Soda Over Pike, and Chariots Race will be playing as well. Holy Bible owns and I listened to Chariots Race's song on myspace and it wasn't too shabby. I will provide come hither stares/bedroom eyes for anyone that shows up.
EDIT: I thought I'd include
In the square of my front yard
You move subtle as lamplight,
Nimble fire feet
Carry your form above the dirt.
You never touch the ground,
That floating space beneath
Your body pulsating with the sweetest rhythm.
Your walk is music,
Blades of grass cutting chords
From the humid air.
Mosquitos gorge on your blood,
Flying home to nurish their children.
because it's the only decent thing I've put down on a page in too long. I wrote it for a dead person.
By the way, I started playing in a band about a month ago. We're called Violins. If anyone would like to see some heavy ass music this weekend we have a show at WIUS on Satuday (4/2). Holy Bible, Soda Over Pike, and Chariots Race will be playing as well. Holy Bible owns and I listened to Chariots Race's song on myspace and it wasn't too shabby. I will provide come hither stares/bedroom eyes for anyone that shows up.
EDIT: I thought I'd include
In the square of my front yard
You move subtle as lamplight,
Nimble fire feet
Carry your form above the dirt.
You never touch the ground,
That floating space beneath
Your body pulsating with the sweetest rhythm.
Your walk is music,
Blades of grass cutting chords
From the humid air.
Mosquitos gorge on your blood,
Flying home to nurish their children.
because it's the only decent thing I've put down on a page in too long. I wrote it for a dead person.