Hey Delaware

I just wanted to thank you and your brilliant state engineering team on the idea of putting 3 tolls within an 8 mile distance on 95, really BRAVO TO U GUYS!
I don't know if I have ever enjoyed a prolonged stay on a freeway as much as i did in Delaware, you know you guys seriously rule! BEST STRETCH OF 95 I HAVE EVER DRIVEN, EVER!
HANDS DOWN!
!

everything is in the details

I think I see through the patterns in this life.

sing of my stinking feet, REJOICE!

Please, oh please! Send me text messages abut money, I love it!

Remember, some of us like to know what we are paying for.

i be sick

I been sick, i have been or what was it? Anyhow, I am under the weather, somewhere in Australia i would wager. The minister of nothing dropped by and ruined a recording of mine over at the old house, I thanked her. It was wondrous. Josh, guitar player in my band, left early to eat 5 cheesesteaks in order to win some bet with his friends. I hadn't pictured him as a cheesesteak consumer. I am listening to Do Make Say Think, I am tired. There are lots of "I's" in this world aren't there, nobody ever pays attention to much outside of that.
My ladyfriend is rad, you all know that. I have been asleep for days now it feels like.
meh-festival.

certain bands = certain seasons

I find myself listening to ride "smile" ep and the Swirles on a constant rotation lately, they remind me of winter right after graduating high school, funny i should ever want to recollect that time, but hey. Life is a weird pile of circumstances isn't it.
Most of my life is in the living room now, I wasn't mentally ready for this move, but it will go well.

colds suck

I keep hacking, life is pain.
hack*hack*hack*
no amount of soup makes it okay. Send a doctor!

work is a banana factory

I ran around like a headless chicken to get some people to smile today, woe is me :(
on another ridiculous tangent, I have 5 band pages on myspace now, it might be a record of some sort but I am not positive. I want to duets and covers of Pastel's songs about nothing much but cheese, i don't really understand why.
The Minister of Nothing has scurried off to some hole in the wall to collect data.

all apologies

$$$$$$$$$$ is suck

the serenade of indifference

and so we are sitting here watching tv, we are constantly serenaded by someone, constantly. Right now there is a quasi-metal acoustic riff shuffling through the antiquated ventilation and a voice like an old man lecturing you on money. There is nothing young fella, there is nothing more interesting than money. We all work for our english word.
It never stops.
The Minister of Information told me this is not my business.
My business right now is guitars and spreadsheets.
So you need a spreadsheet?
I am the master of excel.
I have a cold, thank heavens for that.

I have a goal, disenfranchise the minister of information like another generational rift crossed by a generation unwilling to retire, FAREWELL MINISTER.

everything changes

it's been a while again, I need to learn to post on here more often, here comes the rant:
A the dream of the full band has fallen by the wayside, dave and I have taken to doing mostly instrumental music now, oddly this is basically what I started doing when the whole idea for the band first came to me. Full circle I suppose.
B I hate tension in every possible way aside from sexual, what is with certain people having to feel important anyhow? Utterly ridiculous how some people need to enlist themselves as like "The Minister of Information" You are not the minister of anything
but the minister of suckery.
C i dislike post-it notes and passive aggressive tendencies, can we just nip this shite in the bud? I'd like to get on with it.

ok, well the weather finally changed, the summer is over officially and now we are in the 70's or 80's, being from Michigan this is essentially still summer to me, I think fall might arrive in November this year. I love the new radiohead record, it's personal and fitting. This is the Radiohead record I wanted when Hail to the Thief came out.
better late than never.

posty post

So I am missing some of my own songs and that sorta makes my soul weep,
Did you know Naomi is I Moan spelled backwards?

Think about it!
I love Life cereal, I will be consuming this in the mornings for a while to come.

It's weird to forget songs.

Anyhow,
Peace and Blessings from the land of pleasant living.

Urinating on Faculty Toilet seats

hey, sounds like something I would do :)


LOL LOL LOL

dramatics, schematics

hi there
it's been a while. I am uncertain who would read my blog.
It's baffling, if anyone does read this say hi.
:)
So yeah, recording is a pain in the ass.
Writing lyrics is the bane of my existence.
Oh and you are awesome, yes you
PUNK

meh factory

so 12 days is an awfully long time to not have a full practice.
aside from that the rain finally came here and it smells like clean outside for the first time in a long while.
Had myself a great visit from a great lady last week.
work is meh.

heat, mmhmm

So it is way too hot, I just walked two blocks and melted.
Thankfully, I got a slurpee to assuage my melting.
BAH! I need to go to the grocery, BBQ materials are needed asap.

song youth

the bedside table and the camera
your ink-stained hands hardly useful anymore
the glass half-full with a lipstick smear
and what we thought we had once, gone
and all it was was nothing more than ever
and all it was
was all it was
think back on forgotten things
as you look on the window, it's raining again
and noone is there with red red shoes
and what we thought we had once, gone
and all it was was nothing more than ever
and all it was
was all it was
Same weekend
Same blank questions left unanswered
at night we get distracted as the light gets refracted
through the back window, it's raining again
no recognition
no pattern recognition
and all it was
was all it was

some jolliness hijacked from elsewhere, TYPOS INCLUDED!

they are so elegant in their everything
can you feel them seeping into you
through the air, alongside myself and with our brethren
there we are , us each and all
quite contented with the jubilant madness
i dream of wooded nooks wherein we will galavant

the tributary salivated at the gulf
the ocean received her and she swam up inside them
we faltered, following on crutches
the water rushed inside her
the air was all that was left and it was gone from within her
i breathed it in on the side of the boat
as crisp as any december morning


the vertical lines and the horizontal smiles
we all have spells of it
vertigo
like stratego, like vertigo, like the circumpherence
like the distance between my x and you y
like the distance between your ex and my why?
we are involved in this insipid installation
turkeys can certainly not fly


and there she stood
her shadow bast on the sidewalk near my feet and i looked up at her
how majestic in her misanthropic glory
that wooden christmas deer upon a makeshift rolling hill
i hopped upon her and acted like i was riding a horse
but she did not buck
she did not bend or waiver
her strength lay in just that, her unmoving nature
she had me in her grasps at that!
I could not flee having lost
i could not give in
so i stared at her staring at me with those dead eyes
she was dreaming of cairo or so i though oh so many times
those black dead reindeer eyes met my oceans and we swam together

through the sewer grate she glared
through the sewer grate she stared
and he was frozen
so stately he looked in his final moment before they met
she had wished he would always stay that way
when they were engrossed in congress
when he slept
in the shower
as he applied his weight to her
she would scratch at him like a dirty bob-cat
and he would growl like a feral hound-dog
and there they were on a street in some city on that day they never met
so stately he looked in that final moment as he met the bus a-mid stride

there is a field to be laid to waste
there is a post-it posted post haste
verily and under no circumstance shall we utter
excited utterances that leave us incarcerated within our own words
within our own sewer grates without a care in the world
do you hear the re-runs of x-files playing in your head?
do you see me vapidly playing dead alongside my bed
does it make you cry?
you are an albatross!



(note to reader, all of this is inane)
k thx!~

it's always the same

prospective

running with your eyes closed
grasping for the long straws
just like everybody else does
and it's always the same
from time to time
you find her out there
shaking her fist at the sky
cursing nothing
and it's always the same.

song lyrics, i know

whatever

well this is it, my final name

yeah,
i lost my own favorite url by lolligagging