joseph arthur: smile that explodes

day off today.

melted away the afternoon writing music

reading and listening to newer music given to me

by a good friend of mine, chaz.

...

wicked is the wondering wishes of a windswept reality.

gregory & the hawk: fin song 8

lookbook get.nu can really depressing.

positives: i have a cat now. his real name is jones, but brennan and i call hi jonsi. he doesnt seem to mind it. he says goodmorning and welcome back from work. i've always wanted a cat.

man, this is really boring.

negatives: i feel like im waiting for something to happen. maybe its next year. maybe next week. or maybe its just fall. fall is just the decaying space between summer and winter. the smell of rot is everywhere right now. i love it.

joel says it smells like feet. i think it smells like 12 years old walking through the woods with a rusted machete and a bbgun, slitted sunshine running like shooting stars across his face as he searches for the miniature movements of small rodents and listens to his pulse slowing to match that of the trees' stretching like tributary veins under his feet. chill reddening his cheeks to rosehip blush. the chill means you're alive. the cold in the lungs. the breaking of day and leaves. sight and sound and sensation. death decay and a displacement of rusted light by birch trunks.

the past is endlessly one thing and everything at once. 21 years is a single moment.

Gregory and the Hawk - Wild West from Bandstand Busking on Vimeo.

its not exactly true to scale, she said. nothing that can be said into solid. i mean.
oh. well. i suppose that can be taken into consideration. all things considered. i don't know. it being one of those all considered things. obviously.
he sets the mug down at an angle, causing a quick rapping against the table. one side of the circle rolling to the other. then still. imagines a mug rolling on the edge of an infinite circle. never resting itself flat to wood.
are there, i don't know, movements against these things?
no. i mean. yes. a happiness. of sorts. a maybe happiness. a small current. but, i mean. so it has little do with it. i mean. im not sure how to make it clearer than that, really. i mean. yeah.
hm. let's say. us, together, that. i don't know. we've become clear.

i mean. its not how i think. its in movements. tastes. really cliche neo-nuclear stories with sexing and gays and a protagonist with mysteriously infinite assets and perfect skin; i mean, these are the meanings behind desire and fear. a dead run, i mean. the imagination. i don't remember myself young. i mean. i don't image the softness. the round plumpness of youth. the stumpy curves of new organs and unfamiliar bones. unfamiliar to dying. how far can this go until it doesn't? i mean, until it doesn't? forget the wind. the weight of a hand on your stomach. that goes away, mean. when it happens.
when it happens? how it happens, i don't know, is not really in the question. oldness?
the sticking sound of barefeet on hardwoodfloor. across to the counter, then back again. leaves hit the windows, shattering it. spinning around the room, the leaves push against the cabinets. pressing their veins into the ceiling. the roof grows. then time slows. and however far we had come, moved itself into the corner of a locked room that caved and lost its corners.
touch me and i'll explode. saying things i already know.




we've got our faces made for smiling, but we are weeping.

you can lose what you can't touch.

you can kiss and never love.

...

asleep in the corners of my house

breathing in the spaces between my words.

it's the moon on the sill.

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phoenix: rome

i've been writing a ton of music in garage band. like, 4 songs. which feels like a ton because each song has about 7 tracks. sooo, 7 times 4 is 28. which is 28 tracks recorded separately. anyway. watched 500 days of summer today after work. every time i finish watching that movie, i can't help but let out a huge sigh of satisfaction. i like watching good movies. movies that inspire you. to do something with yourself. hmm. anyway. i want to be creative now. more than usual.

i need to start sketching again. i need to start running again. saving money. etc. etc. etc. taking pictures. people watching. studying french. or anything.

moving forwards.

Brandon Flowers - Crossfire from Victor Rivine on Vimeo.

Greg Laswell : Comes and Goes (In Waves)

coldplay: see you soon

i hate it when people discredit coldplay by saying

they are a u2 knockoff; completely unoriginal.

fuck U2.

they've never written anything close to

this beautiful. im completely helpless when i

listen to this song. and i think thats what music

is about. feeling helpless to the point of letting

the song move you any which way it will.