March 2011
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i can't believe this.
i just found a website with every post rock album ive ever wanted for free. kinda. apparently no love for America. Oh but its a good list. Such a good list.
during the day, it all makes sense, it all comes...
at night I’m a wreck. it all falls apart. maybe i’m just tired.
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the reason i love post rock
is because so often does it capture the despair and overwhelming intensity of every moment.
maybe i’ve done too much acid.
maybe i’ve done too much.
maybe this knife in the small of my back, and these scars on my heart,
maybe they’re whats holding in this perpetual awe,
ready to burst from my insides like the cork on a champagne bottle.
and maybe its because they remind me...
i'm startin a poetry blog.
hooray dying art forms. this could be interesting.
so when you go back to college, try and womp me a letter, and i’ll try to come visit, but everythings already wompalicious.
this evening is a wompfest, and i cant get over how i wasted the night. so tomorrow? im partying naked.
see the thing is
i need to find a lady who wants to dance to m. ward for hours. motherfucker makes me wanna get down.
good music has a lot of good space.
wicked ball point pen drawings. →
when it rains outside
my body turns to mush
and i could sleep forever
trickling to my mattress through my shag carpet sandbar
and you can come and join me
and bask in the movie screen glory
of a warm spring rain
id be delighted if you came and we were
puddles
together in the rain
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job interview in 8 hours.
and i can’t sleep
you virus motherfuckers
find something better to do than fuck with my day.
if i eat, there's no guarantee that i'll sleep...
if i don’t eat. there’s no guarantee that i’ll sleep well. fuck.
Shook ones
Always. Always. Puts me in a better mood. That and much needed nicotine
fuck it. lets go. →
look maybe its just better
if i didn’t get my hopes up.
yo rivertrash.
i can’t message you. but your posts have been stupendous today. thanks for puttin me in a good ass mood.
Love is fucking punk rock.
mcgoats:
Don’t let anyone tell you anything otherwise.
yeah.
we’re pretty fuckin legit. lets do this already.
shes cute and she knows it. and she flaunts it like a strobe light in a basement house party: blasting incessantly and without reason. she wears her hair short and her make-up heavy, or she wears it long and dies it lots so she doesnt have to use her brain beyond normal mindless function. her beauty buys her things, so she doesn’t need a job. she says things like “my body’s...
this week
i will have a fucking job.
band practice at one tomrrow. today.
in 12 hours. we’re starting to sound fucking epic. now, words on the other hand, are, well… rough. so im gonna do work.
the words burn my fingers like the stupid computer screen does my brain.
i dont do it enough, so my heart festers.
im fucking fried
and i havent smoked in years.
i just chew on too many cigarettes and watch the time pass me like the neighborhood
cars. Stupid fucking minivans,
with their stupid fucking soccerballs,
and the stupid fucking flip flops,
a pair for each kid.
when i was 3, my...
shook ones - tip the weatherman
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