oh yeah, she's dark.

i'm learning how to play drums! it's not as hard as i had expected.
listening to the melvins a lot. yeah. i need more fuzz and more delay.

"I kneel beside my bed every night and thank God i was raised Catholic because sex will always be better because it will always be dirty."
-John Waters

lets accept that divinity equals perfection and that humanity equals imperfection. how can the imperfect reflect upon the perfect and even begin to comprehend? if i were to accept religion where would i even start? how could i even begin to understand? and if god works in mysterious ways isn't it more of a reflection of our own inability to ever ( Read more... )

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities
or pride; so I love you because I knew no other
way than this, where 'I' does not exist, nor 'you'.
So close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so
close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. -Pablo Neruda

filling in guitar and going on an east coast tour with my friends band Crows Foot, in March!
yay!

what's your connection to you?
when you die will you loose the connection with yourself?

The scene was unreal and flat and pointless, as though i had forced myself into someone else's dream, the drunk wandering out on to the stage.

all of your fears are well founded and true.
all my hands are calloused and cruel.
all of my arrows that riddle you through
are bullets that fire me back into you.

all of the rivers are boiling with thirst.
all my hands are covered in earth.
all of my children that gnash with their teeth
are paperback novels and dogs scratching fleas.

the one who seeks through science.
the one who searches for religion.
the one who finds it through philosophy.
the one who finds it through mysticism.
Whatever manner we seek the truth,
we find it in the end.