you came to take us (all things go) to recreate us (all things grow)
i left burlington around 7:30 EST.
got to the sarnia border around 9:30.
pulled off the highway at 5 different subways, all closed or no veggie patty.
settled for taco bell.
got a speeding ticket somewhere in michigan.
probably should have gone to jail for going that fast.
got to chicago at 2:30 CST.
slept on jason's futon.
woke up around 10:15.
had a shower.
went to victory.
met a million new staff/cult members.
headed to stephanies.
read the new AP while she finished up some work.
went to reckless records.
bought the new thom yorke LP, a nofx 7" and some beastie boys stuff for zach.
went to pick me up cafe.
ate a whole lot of vegan french toast, and a peanut butter shake.
went to chicago music exchange.
got jamba juice.
came back to stephanies.
saw kathy.
headed to metro.
saw fruity from warped tour.
bought a MEW tshirt.
headed to the balcony to wait for MEW to take the stage.
saw one of the most breathtaking/life changing set's ever played.
was completely removed and relieved of all stress for forty minutes.
discussed said set with stephanie.
rain to the car in the pouring rain.
went to chicago diner.
ate a whole lot more.
came back to stephanies.
currently questioning going to see spitalfield in-store vs. sleeping.
long drive home tomorrow.
i don't feel alright in spite of these comforting sounds you make.
i don't feel alright because you make promises that you break.
into your house, why don't we share our solitude?
nothing is pure anymore but solitude.
it's hard to make sense, feels as if i'm sensing you through a lens.
if someone else comes, i'd just sit here listening to the drums.
previously I never called it solitude.
and probably you know all the dirty shows i've put on.
blunted and exhausted like anyone.
honestly i tried to avoid it.
honestly.
back when we were kids, we would always know when to stop.
and now all the good kids are messing up.
nobody has gained or accomplished anything.
got to the sarnia border around 9:30.
pulled off the highway at 5 different subways, all closed or no veggie patty.
settled for taco bell.
got a speeding ticket somewhere in michigan.
probably should have gone to jail for going that fast.
got to chicago at 2:30 CST.
slept on jason's futon.
woke up around 10:15.
had a shower.
went to victory.
met a million new staff/cult members.
headed to stephanies.
read the new AP while she finished up some work.
went to reckless records.
bought the new thom yorke LP, a nofx 7" and some beastie boys stuff for zach.
went to pick me up cafe.
ate a whole lot of vegan french toast, and a peanut butter shake.
went to chicago music exchange.
got jamba juice.
came back to stephanies.
saw kathy.
headed to metro.
saw fruity from warped tour.
bought a MEW tshirt.
headed to the balcony to wait for MEW to take the stage.
saw one of the most breathtaking/life changing set's ever played.
was completely removed and relieved of all stress for forty minutes.
discussed said set with stephanie.
rain to the car in the pouring rain.
went to chicago diner.
ate a whole lot more.
came back to stephanies.
currently questioning going to see spitalfield in-store vs. sleeping.
long drive home tomorrow.
i don't feel alright in spite of these comforting sounds you make.
i don't feel alright because you make promises that you break.
into your house, why don't we share our solitude?
nothing is pure anymore but solitude.
it's hard to make sense, feels as if i'm sensing you through a lens.
if someone else comes, i'd just sit here listening to the drums.
previously I never called it solitude.
and probably you know all the dirty shows i've put on.
blunted and exhausted like anyone.
honestly i tried to avoid it.
honestly.
back when we were kids, we would always know when to stop.
and now all the good kids are messing up.
nobody has gained or accomplished anything.