Some old man is playing Bob Dylan very loudly across the street...just acoustic stuff though. It makes for a very nice Saturday afternoon.

Home-file.
It's been such a long time, yeah, a really long while since I've been in town at all.
I'm a masticatur, I'm a million feet tall.
If it hap'ens 'gain I'm 'onna give you what you want.

I'm so dreamy, dreary and creamy.
soak me up in yellow spew.
I dream of purple eyes
and drinking with you.
I'm so dreamy, dreary and creamy.

"All it takes is one girl, one fucking girl and I’m gone for weeks ( Read more... )

Day 948 in the stuio ( Read more... )

so, first day at work on tues. at hollister. i work with rather pretty people, and its a lot of fun. so, yeah. im not gettin paid CRAZY money or anything, but its a little change in my pocket doing something i enjoy. so..yeah. I havent been writing that much, nothing too great anyway, more stuff for the piano than anything. i need a new band. ( Read more... )

yeah so, recently (in the last 48 hrs) life has gone significantly down the drain. haha...anyway. school feels like a getaway for my brain. i have...excuses to not talk to people, i have other things to occupy my mind. its when im at home thinking about stuff that sucks ( Read more... )

I wish I had something to say ( Read more... )

Yesterday, last night till morning, you were all mine ( Read more... )

I will enjoy my last days as flesh and romance; I choose not to bury them in reason and preconceived configurations for the future. I shall breathe my last days as a free man; and a fast lover.

We parallel other times.
Other times when once loved
became two paces behind.

Where sweet dreams take the backseat
to sleepless nights;
and early mornings too soon
to rise.

Swift as the connection between
the lightswitch and the bulb,

I run into the comfort
of our friendship
kind of love...