I can just see it now...

"We sat drinking in the dark, smoking cigarettes, and when we went to sleep, I didn't even put my feet on her body or she on mine like we used to. We slept without touching.
We both had been robbed"

This passage always struck me rather funny when I read it. Some innate feeling had me realizing there would be a point in my life where I would/had share(d) the same experience. Metaphysically speaking, this has already happened to me countless times. Like now. I can almost visualize past friendships and relationships laying along side me in my bed. Along side me.

This is why I think all along I've really enjoyed this passage. Not in the way you enjoy slouching during a summer heatwave, but in the way you enjoyed getting punished as a child.


Stupid post. But I am a stupid kid.

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Last night, after nearly being at each others throats, my father and I shared an anomalous dialogue (well, it made me laugh).

"You know, I've got plenty of stories to tell. You aren't old enough yet for me to tell you any of them."
I replied, "Yeah? That's something I wouldn't mind sticking around for."
I continued, "You know? I've got quite a bit of stories of my own. I just don't think you are old enough to hear them."
"Oh, I know of you and your "stories". I've seen the pictures."
"That's not even half of it."

My dad knew how to drag things out of me.
Luckily, for both our sakes, I spared him the grief.
All of my late night rendezvous littered with curses, farts, laughter and alcohol-ridden breath.
All of the broken laws and the broken sense of mortality.
Crazy shit.

One day, I know we will both surprise the hell out of each other.

HEHE

I've come to the realization that dogs can sculpt the language of birds through mere adaptation. And that birds can count.

My dogs chase birds away.
When the birds feel the coast is clear and they can land on the grass they let out a certain chirp. My dogs have identified it and respond by chasing them away.

The birds count and try again EXACTLY 213 seconds later repeating with the chirp.

I'm sure they will learn that my dogs are onto them and change their language.

Or I am crazy, which certainly would not surprise me.

Proof? See above.

Despondency

Despondence.
Despond.

Looking back on these past few months, I realize I am no longer here.
I am a twisted wreck with nothing but a broken smile to bare to you.

There isn't much keeping me here. Or there. Or anywhere.

There's a voice. There's a sound.
And I'll walk around aimlessly until what I lost is found.

blah blah

It's taken me much to see this. But, I am much better than you.


kekekekekeke.

*headbutt*

there is.
which is not the present explanation.
of the thing
one over there
as for I
"me does bad thing"
and this is for the sake of why
just what
how those

"Things are gonna get better after this"

Here is some epic post-rock. Sitars and traditional middle eastern instruments.
One of my favorite albums from 2008, even though it was released in 2007. Better than Ceremony and Trash Talk and all that stupid garbage. This is real music. And it is really good.


Grails- Burning Off Impurities

Winter.

Here is your music.

Sorry it is on megafailload.com but it is very much so worth it.

This is Akira Kosemura. A composer. I think, a genius.

Beautiful looping, gloomy, and strangely hopeful sounding piano and synth backed with ambient soundscapes. Either naturally occuring ones such as a city parks or synthetic ones well-crafted on a computer.

I am sitting here naked as I type this so if you aren't looking for good music but rather good grammar, look elsewhere.

This is not music to be missed if you are looking for something new and ~*~*~beautiful~*~*~