I’ve made enough mistakes for this lifetime. I’m here to make amends.
I’ve got so much to say and do. I’ve got a lot of schemes in the works. I’ll be on here more, but not to lurk and be vain. Promise.
Spending tonight honoring the NMA. Work hard or nothing works out.
we mouthed the words to all of the saddest songs because they felt like home, and i watched you out of the corner of my eye and that smile you gave me launched one thousand beats of my heart. so you can lean a little harder i will take that weight from you. i will be that call in the middle of the night. the picture kept in your favorite book. and if you just want someone to call yours, i will be that too. i was just looking for someone to leave me breathless and i found it in you. and i don’t want to miss you anymore. so here is one song to call your own, to kiss away the tears and leave no traces of pain. so angelic and comforting. these are my dreams all coming true, and i must have played that message one thousand times just to hear your voice before i went to sleep.
Satan’s Rats- You Make Me Sick
Hey baby, don’t turn me on. I ain’t gonna miss you now that you’re gone.
I heard somewhere that before they left for war, Confederate soldiers would commission a D-Guard Bowie from a local smithy as an all-purpose tool. Hunting, carving, entrenching, killing, whatever.
Ready to cross that Mason-Dixon. TSWRA.
(Tattoo by Danny Reed, Hot Stuff Tattoo)
At the end of an exhilarating search, I had my savages. I asked nothing more than to be one of them, to share their days, their pains, their rituals. Alas! they didn’t want to have me, they were not prepared to teach me their customs and beliefs! They had no use whatsoever for the gifts I laid beside them, no use at all for the help I thought I could give! It was because of me that they abandoned their villages and it was only to discourage me, to convince me there was no point in my persevering, that they chose increasingly inhospitable sites, imposing ever more terrible living conditions on themselves to show me they would rather ace tigers and volcanoes, swamps, suffocating fog, elephants, poisonous spiders, than men. I think I know a good deal about physical suffering. But this is worst of all, to feel your soul dying.Marcel Appenzell’s letter to his mother from Life: A User’s Manual by Georges Perec
The dead, poor things, have sorrows of their own,
and when October comes and strips the trees
and hums its dismal tune among the graves,
how thankless we the living must appear,
sleeping as we do in our own beds
while they, subsiding into black despair,
without a bedmate or a joke to share,
worm-eaten skeletons, old and cold, endure
the constant seeping of the winter snows,
the passage of the years, and not one soul
to change the withered wreaths on rusty grilles…
My Heart to Joy - Untitled Demo, 2009
Recorded these in the summer of 2009 between two tours. There are unfinished verisons of “Fairwell to a Raincloud” and “Steady Habbits” along with another song that was code named “MDAM Jam”. I don’t know why we threw this or MDAM Jam m out. Both were signs of what LP2 would have ended up as.
excuse the poor tuning
Greg, I’m still so pissed at you guys for breaking up.
new rule: from now on i am only allowed to date sober, vegan banana republic models who think stage dives are the greatest form of personal enlightenment.
damonweinhold-deactivated201111 asked: We are but kindred spirits in a world where Aaron Carter ruled our little boy lives.
AND THAT’S HOW I BEAT SHAQ
