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pwblogarchive · 11 months ago
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June 2015
June 6, 2015
2:11 AM
thank you for the birthday wishes. there was a point when i never thought i would make it here- or another day in general. i am glad i did. i hope one day i can do for you what you did for me. beyond all else survive….
Disloyal subjects
In unamerican apparel
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pwblogarchive · 11 months ago
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July 2014
July 25, 2014
1:04 AM
i felt like i wasnt going to address it but i see more and more people taking other people down for not being “true” fans or for being “new fans”. i just wanted to take the time on here to really express that FOB has always tried to embrace an inclusive vibe- we are all part of this thing. all of us were new fans at some time- if you hung out with me in my pre-teen years i would have driven you insane with my ridiculous metaliica fan boying. even just yesterday i had a geeky fan moment with slash….
i think some of this speaks to an influx of new fans- people that may have found their way due to bands like one direction and 5sos- ive met both of these bands- both are full of hardworking, talented, but most importantly nice kids. everyone has to start somewhere- there was a time when our band was on TRL and i remember some of the backlash us and other bands got simply due to being on a video show that teenage america watched… but the most important part of this as it relates to FOB is that the more fans there are and the more bands that are being played on the radio the more we can tour around the world- it keeps the ecosystem that our band exists in thriving. think about that the next time you take a shot at someone for not knowing something or being a “big” enough fan.
that being said its a great and wonderful part of being a human being to have your own opinions- just remember to express them in empathetic ways- everyone has their own unique struggle.
i wanted to include some stuff we really built our stage show for monumentour around in case you are coming so you know some of the backstory to some of the elements.
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there are many images of chicago (our hometown) and the idea that it doesnt matter how many times you fail as long as you keep getting up… the intro to our set is something weve been working on for awhile.
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the floating stage is something that has been kicking around as an idea since the “black clouds” tour- but we finally were able to create a design that we felt was versatile enough to bring out on tour. it is all based upon pyramid design and shapes.
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speaking of pyramids this was an updated idea of content for arms race. 
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for stagewear we had our friend dr. romanelli create a lambskin jacket (andys is denim & vegan friendly). which we then had theresa sharpe from best ink tattoo with images from the youngblood chronicles. this process was pretty insane as they are not painted, they are actually tattooed on the leather.
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the phoenix always had a fighter pilot vibe to me… the content reflects that everything from cockpit to aerial maneuvers.
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just one yesterday was written with this scene from the modern romeo and juliet in mind so it seemed kind of fitting to fix it into the background of the song live.
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and finally the encore stage design is a nod to one of our favorite fantasy movies of all time the labyrinth. 
we hope you come out to a show and have a blast. keep an open mind and heart… 
xx
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pwblogarchive · 11 months ago
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May 2014
May 22, 2014
10:08 PM
“the giant white unicorn in the room.”
so some stray thoughts on YBC. i will be brief here and SPOILER ALERT- i will not be answering any questions that are not answered by the videos themselves.
one of the few things we agreed on as a band growing up were these stories that united you with others in imagination- films where there is a sense of something beyond- something that forced you to think, to consider that maybe it is something darker or bigger or stranger than you had seen before… we thought of the unicorn in blade runner or the alien in alien (who is possibly more terrifying because of what you dont know rather than what you do (in the first film)). i love the idea of “the force” in star wars- it cant really be explained yet it fully consumed my youth- then when they came out in the prequels and described the midichlorians - it kind of stole the magic for me- it was less than i had imagined, not more.  that is why we decided not to make what was being carried so literal and tangible- it would mean if you  thought of something else we wouldve literally taken that away from you… ‘brad pitt voice’ “whats in the box, whats in the box?!” that being said we also knew that it couldnt be something like “oh they were carrying around "hope” all along or something that had no face or visceral quality"…
enter Xibalba 
we thought of the world that the young blood chronicles had created- there arent true “heroes” in the traditional sense of the word. there are people who are forced to make heroic decisions and the people that make them often make other decisions that are not heroic or are often in fact anti-heroic. there is a gray scale to this story. one mans salvation is, and often creates another mans despair. the idea that the past can trap us- all of us… and the only way to escape that is to break the pattern. at what point are we saved? at what point have we done enough good to erase all the bad from our ledger? can someone who has been terrible their entire life change it with one heroic turn? can a hero make a terrible decision and cast themselves into hell?
the idea that we carry around what we fear most… that we protect that thing we fear… that maybe in order to destroy something terrible we must become something more terrible. and can we love something that is both great and terrible? what is our threshold? at what point do we stop protecting the person or idea we fear the most, cast them aside and step into the light? the answer is different for everyone and so it was different for every character in YBC.
another idea that we focused on was that sometimes in order to fight something so big and dark you need to get your hands dirty- fighting fire with fire (as was explored in films like terminator 2 and dark knight)… the world we chose to create and populate for YBC is not too dissimilar to the one that exists as far as the complexities surrounding morality. when is it ok to accept the lesser of two evils? when do we draw the line? when do we say someone is too broken to be fixed? all of these questions are interesting to explore and i think have analogs in the real world.
all of the images in the YBC were choices, decisions that were made to add depth and texture to the story… I'm not sure that heaven and hell were meant to be real- but they both allowed the viewer to see alternate universes with in the world and allowed or forced characters to undergo drastic transformations… to me it is akin to having humans travel to another planet (as in pandora in avatar or the planetoid in Aliens)… it pressurizes the drama and allowed it to take place in a vacuum.
this was never supposed to be simple. it was never supposed to be easy to swallow. in much of frank darabonts work it is not the terror of the end that is people undoing- it is in fact the human conflict- jealousy/prejudice/anxiety that tears the group a part…. what we decided to focus on was what could bring a group like that back together.
that which tears friends apart can drive them back together.
in the end it all flows pretty easily in my head whether it be different metaphors (biblical, entertainment industry, etc) or just a simple story. but maybe thats cause we wrote it, because i was there. in the end whatever it means to you is the right answer- i have nothing that trumps that.
i think this is all i really have to say about any of this. thanks for coming on this journey with us.
never silence the noise.
some films/stories/music i would suggest checking out that inspired us:
bladerunner (directors cut specifically)
dark city
the lost boys
do androids dream of electric sheep (book)
Drive (film)
Stand By Me
the fall (film)
terminator 2 
over the edge (movie)
the mist
the lanoliers (stephen king- short story)
kavinsky- OutRun (lp)
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pwblogarchive · 11 months ago
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March 2014
March 8, 2014
9:51 AM
“The artist isn’t just the creator of style but also its bearer, and the artist��s very presence is a work of art in person, creation on the wing by means of a turn of phrase, a gesture, a way of dressing, the aura of charismatic influence.” Richard Brody - The New Yorker
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February 2014
February 4, 2014
8:16 PM
“year one (2.0)”
Wrote and recorded an album with butch walker. Hung out with foxes, big Sean, Courtney love, and sir Elton John. Set stuff on fire by comisky park (semi safely). Heard our song on the radio. Got in skeleton suits and chased each other around like daniel larusso on jimmy kimmel. Played the nba allstar game with 2chainz, Went around the world on tour. And then did again and again and again. played on tv shows- even convinced conan to let us do spinal tap. Wrote and filmed a video series where we got to play with hawks and cut each others limbs off. Played coachella with 2chainz. Went on a headline arena tour. Played ramones songs at Barclays with marky ramone. Had the Stanley cup come to a show in Chicago and played with naked raygun. Played the Victoria’s Secret show. Played dick clarks NYE show. Played the nfl probowl halftime show. Planned a summer amphitheater co headline tour with paramore.
thank you for the best second first year ever.
February 8, 2014 
3:16 AM
because
boobs, of course.
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pwblogarchive · 11 months ago
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January 2014
January 7, 2014
1:45 AM
I wish I were a warhol silk screen
Hanging on the wall
Or little joe or maybe lou
I’d love to be them all
All new york city’s broken hearts
And secrets would be mine
I’d put you on a movie reel
And that would be just fine…
January 17, 2014 
2:03 PM
“It’s like I’m reading a book… and it’s a book I deeply love. But I’m reading it slowly now. So the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you… and the words of our story… but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now. It’s a place that’s not of the physical world. It’s where everything else is that I didn’t even know existed. I love you so much. But this is where I am now. And this who I am now. And I need you to let me go. As much as I want to, I can’t live your book any more.”
— Samantha, Spike Jonze’s Her
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pwblogarchive · 11 months ago
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December 2013
December 18, 2013
8:46 PM
“the cancer of time is eating us away. our heroes have killed themselves, or are killing themselves. the hero then, is not time, but timelessness….” henry miller
December 21, 2013 
2:11 PM
“i am just one man with many crises.”
we take/make the best monsters. we semi-civilize them. we put bears in suits on tricycles. we keep wolves warm from the winter in hen houses. then we wonder why they maul the hearts of what we hold the most dear. we wont let go of the old days but we can’t even remember them. kill ‘em all but now we dont even have time to let god sort them out. we are the flickers inside of neon signs that never turn off. we smoke the melatonin of the ancients to pretend we will never sleep alone again. we are the dodgers of death. but never take me off my chain- the audience at the circus isnt safe- i will maul what you love just because that is what i am.
i am every grain of the dirt that you cant scrape off. i am the break not the bend. but make no mistake your brought me into your house and thought i could become a pet. i have infiltrated you. now i am inside you like a disease.
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pwblogarchive · 11 months ago
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April 2011
April 13, 2011
Problems with my mail order bride
No holes in the box she didn't show up alive
Getting dirty in the places you always thought you'd keep so clean
Mix me in mono so I put you to fucking sleep
I got a machine soul
I keep you in boxes and lists
I don't worry about love
Or the weather
both barely exist
And both rarely resist
Dispatch helicopters
I accidentally got miserable
Black operations
Rome is for romans
Greek gods are dust, the romans are planets still infallible
Not devout but I feel blessed
Load a round of your problem solvers
Mass exodus of feelings from my chest
won't just make you surrender
Gonna Make you sing it to me
Can't seem to see the light but cover your eyes its shining through me
There's a box here but were simply not taking complaints
There are men in white with syringes carrying restraints
I'm a predator so I'm gonna make you pray
For the protection of your saints
I'm not trying to put an end to this
I'm just trying to get home
DONT YOU GET IT
(stop taking my picture stop asking me questions im on the bench heres my gun and my badge i quit the game)
I can see you're making eyes at this husk surrounding my heart
I can see through you and were sitting in the dark
Bird in a cage
Same as the bird on a perch
Only cause neither of them
Could ever know what they're worth
Love is like a dog
If its laying its best to let it sleep
Life is a case for my trophies
The world just never got me
Oh the controversy
I don't just want the girl with me
After life
I wanna take the whole world with me
Bury me wrapped in c four
My heart your heart
So when they explore
They get more than they're coming for
Fuck
POSTED BY XO AT 9:39 AM NO COMMENTS: 
April 22, 2011
so high and right.
he said they usually pull high and right.
my head goes numb.
he has been one of the most important figures in my life for a very long time. we met when i was fourteen in evanston- all he said was "do you write?". my outstanding response was "you mean like pen pals?". and so a friendship was born. it was steeped heavily in aerosol fumes and cutting holes in the fence at cta fix grounds in skokie. alot of boosting. at least one night or two for trespassing and vandalism of government property. one or two fanzines about friends we hated. a band or two. a single show in my parents basement. a gun, the only one id ever know, with no "bodies" on it. a dog. a tattoo in washington dc. and an eventual and untimely split. he forced me to look at the world differently. to find subversion where there seemed to be none. to see humanity in people many wouldnt consider human. to see art everywhere.
years later we crossed paths again. only now he speaks in hushed tones of the jungle of burma where he take photographs. he says if they pull the trigger you go low and left because they dont know how to use an assault rifle and usually pull high and right. he speaks of thinking he was poisoned as he fled another impoverished country in south east asia. i am again forced to rethink how i see the world. it is almost as he is meant to force the little good that is left in me. to steal my reason and remix how i think of the world.
thanks for being that friend.
POSTED BY XO AT 8:24 PM NO COMMENTS: 
April 22, 2011
Coming at me
Got hipsters guarding your body
There's no kingdom
Just a moat and some nobodies
Ahhh 'pity fuck the sick girl'
I'm not mad its just a mad world
Dollar days, french toast
Slip on shoes you mean the most
Killing myself
so im getting laid like a highschool quarterback
I wear painter denim
Got an aerosole mind
So its not my fault my feelings are plastic and crystalized
This is a confessional
I am not terrestrial
This is not my home planet
I don't care
You can have it
Sitting here lobbing tear gas
Riot mob trying to make these tears last
Fuck marry kill
That's not a question
I'm trying to keep still
but i quake
and sure of the years ive got more gray
but im still dorian
which means some of the bottles im pouring
from are more important
i burn hotter than you
(its not a metaphor)
my hearts like a stallion
people seem to just like it more broken
POSTED BY XO AT 8:34 PM NO COMMENTS: 
April 29, 2011
this isnt a rescue mission anymore.
they think of my heart like it was a stallion
they seem to like it the more its broken.
POSTED BY XO AT 11:05 PM 
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pwblogarchive · 11 months ago
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April 2010
April 18, 2010
one point two and five more blues.
is it alright?
are we alive?
is this existence
or slow suicide?
xx.
(nothing is
over
magic is
over
returning
elastic
protect the
airways
its glory is
new to us)
POSTED BY XO AT 18:08 
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pwblogarchive · 11 months ago
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December 2009
December 5, 2009
---- the dividing line -----
POSTED BY XO AT 07:47 
December 5, 2009
Outlet
x
POSTED BY XO AT 07:47 
December 5, 2009
Darkness
x
POSTED BY XO AT 08:06 
December 5, 2009
Cure
x
POSTED BY XO AT 08:44 
December 5, 2009
My name is Kyle.
x
POSTED BY XO AT 09:26 
December 5, 2009
Wisdom
x
POSTED BY XO AT 13:57 
December 22, 2009
“Fast Blood.”
good night
it's stroke-time
let's get paralysed down both sides
snake hips, red city kiss
and your black eyes roll back
midnight organ fight
yours gives into mine
it's all right
and the fast blood
hurricanes through me
and then it rips my roof away with her fire heads
this is the longest kiss
good night
and now I, I tremble,
because this fumble
has become biblical
I feel like I just died twice
was reborn again
for all our dirty sins
and the fast blood, fast blood, fast blood
hurricanes through me
and then it rips my roof away with her fire heads
this is the longest kiss
good night
good night
and then I fall down
I stumble
and she said, good night
POSTED BY XO AT 16:17 
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pwblogarchive · 11 months ago
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November 2009
November 2, 2009
we own the
the
words
are
still
coming
but
can
you
keep
up
i
hope
you
got
the
relations
POSTED BY XO AT 11:02 
November 2, 2009
nite. time for
tell a joke
break a heart
kill a wasp
fall apart
POSTED BY XO AT 19:16 
November 2, 2009
“an hour or so”
i dont remember the way you used to smile at me in the morning
i dont remember how your name in my inbox used to feel
i dont remember the things we shared and the sun and the city
but i dont really remember anything
who is surprised?
i dont remember you
POSTED BY XO AT 20:22 
November 2, 2009
of fakery. it keeps
breathe in the smoke
youre all alone
caged raging and kicking
you think too slow
its all over in a second
heartbeat ticking, no, no
you are sat, dark and damp
wearing only basquiat's crown
POSTED BY XO AT 20:53 
November 2, 2009
you okay and me ticking or sane
what if you are the last domino in the line? just waiting for your own downfall.
we are not the prettiest or the funniest or the fastest or the best. but we are here to stay.
you are the smoke to my cancer
you are the sun, you are my laughter
POSTED BY XO AT 21:24 
November 2, 2009
or insane or however perspective folds. all
salt in the wound makes your eyes burn red and black.
i turn from a kid to a monster and a thief.
this is the witchcraft you have been searching for.
kiss the shadows as if they were mirrors.
what if we all breathed in sync for just one breath?
would it all become so clear?
POSTED BY XO AT 21:46 
November 3, 2009
going to take everything you love
run away
just like she did
one year from today
xxx.
POSTED BY XO AT 17:07 
November 3, 2009
right direction to allow your wings to grow. we are
prescription of this
faking the blues and blow a kiss
youre all swirling in the ocean
a lost school of Fish
but you are swimming and not drifting
and that has always been correct
'fatally yours'
xx
POSTED BY XO AT 01:46 
November 3, 2009
you need is a verbal kick in the
expect to prosper
before you share?
no teeth no dogs no where
i am (falling behind) xo.
POSTED BY XO AT 01:20 
November 4, 2009
and strip it to the bone. no love is
so i am standing here on the corner. wind feels like razors. like eyelashes blades cutting my cheeks. is this how i will remember bethnal green? am i hunted here? should i just give it another name?
noloveissafe. socoveryoureyesanddream. forthelasttime.
POSTED BY XO AT 11:00 
November 4, 2009
free and no love will prosper. we bleed
i am sorry.
i am alive.
POSTED BY XO AT 12:05 
November 4, 2009
black and blue. we bleed for you. this is the last chance.
i hope you make it.
this is your standxx.
POSTED BY XO AT 13:29 
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October 2009
October 5, 2009
"Go home. Forget this thing. I can recognize an obsession, no good will come of it."
"Why, haven't good come of your obsessions? "
"Well at first. But I followed them too long. I'm their slave... and one day they'll choose to destroy me."
"If you understand an obsession then you know you won't change my mind."
POSTED BY XO AT 8:11 AM NO COMMENTS: 
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 2, 2009
its a simple trick.
it is not a secret show.
it is not a show.
it is not any of the red herrings out there.
well maybe one.
but the most obvious one of all.
obsession is a young mans game.
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October 7, 2009
its goodbye to the shortcuts
they wouldnt get it
youre on the last mile home
your chest burns but keep running
like theyre getting closer
POSTED BY XO AT 10:43
October 7, 2009
the water was everywhere
and the trees were falling
the sky is crashing
oh darling, its morning
nibius is just around the corner
but
gravity
is
already
pulling
me
apart
POSTED BY XO AT 18:08 
October 7, 2009
what would life be without our memory?
i feel like a blind man trapped in the big blackness under the sea
is this my life? where is my mind?
POSTED BY XO AT 22:39 
October 8, 2009
just like a like stencil
sprayed black.
once again the boy or the prize?
the man that disappears or the prestige?
streetartliketherocketsarefalling
POSTED BY XO AT 08:23 
October 9, 2009
.mp3
x o
x x o
x o o
x x o o
x x o o i
?
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September 2009
September 25, 2009
“colorado springs”
this is not a game. or a campaign. the dinosaurs at labels wouldnt understand this. we have to sneak around them. stealth is key. you will recieve- a message a key- some will receive tangible ones that they can choose to share or not. others will just take part in something they have wanted for awhile. there is no puzzle. there is a code. this is ours. by ours i mean you and us. stay tuned.
there is a message in all of this. this is all a part of the art.
POSTED BY XO AT 7:01 PM 3 COMMENTS: 
-
from now on we are enemies.
POSTED BY XO AT 7:43 AM 3 COMMENTS:
September 28, 2009
“id never lie to you but id never tell you the truth either.”
I apologize for leaving without saying goodbye, but I seem to have outstayed my welcome in Colorado. The truly extraordinary is not permitted in science and industry. Perhaps you'll find more luck in your field, where people are happy to be mystified. You will find what you are looking for in this box.
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June 2009
June 3, 2009
“fuck it/this/me”
Wake up to despise a world I once loved
Why would you bring me in if you knew what youd become
Curse everyone and everything even the sun, Draw the blinds
I want to be tucked in and put back to sleep only like a dog this time
Set the sails
Drop anchor in the middle of a storm
I've got a conversation
And a bottle to keep us warm
Let's break it on the bow
as it sinks
hummingbird with hammers for wings
the swan doesnt remember the last song it sings
Take what you love most and burn it to the ground
the smoke in the air won't leave me be
All around
Count the embers tell me
They don't look like me
They won't sing to me
If I wake in the morning I only need two more miracles to become a saint
Everything I promised everyone I'd be I just aint
Bury me with my friends
At the crossroads of dead end
And oh all my old friends
Oh Yeah I hate them
Why bother make new ones too
Just more for me to lose
Put myself in this prison called life
Got a sentence of a lifetime
But I know the warden is god
And I could get paroled at anytime
the letter begins
Dear old feuds
Don't worry I'm headed
Somewhere new
I just hope they let me in the gates
i hope they dont have a calculator to add up all my mistakes
You can't give me any more time than I already have
And then they sent me a postcard from hell
"Wish you were here"
I'm getting close
The gps says were near
Got a key to a lock that doesn't exist
got a world on my back that i cannot lift
drink the world, til its forgotten about
I never know what I'm talking about
Don't care about anybody
But the ones that are gonna carry my coffin
Will my love be the same as I left them
Will my pall bearers be the same as my bestmen?
Tell my friends to forget about becoming famous
Not that it matters this junk is so goddamned contagious
Losing it and I love being lost
Dad, tell me which is worse
Your last breath in the worst city on earth
Or your last kiss from the lips you were built to love from birth
I'm so sick of the neon lights
But every dog will have its day
And when I get mine
I'm gonna paint this world gray
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May 2009
May 24, 2009
“varnish on the table that will last longer than us all…”
in my asymmetrical and non-linear understanding (misunderstanding of) the past few years are only like a dog who bites someones hand. its reflex, by the time the newspaper is swatted at it, its too late the dogs has forgotten everything but shame and self defeat- but not the why. so tail between the legs we circle the yard we just want to come back inside where we can hear the laughs and cheers of the people world going on with out us. its not everything thats different that makes us tick, its the way we hold on to the normal parts of us. we need them most. they are the processing drive that essentially keeps us alive. we need society so that we can sit just at the edge of it and critique it but every once in awhile we need to sneak in and warm ourselves on the fire. there is a grace to rolling, to the perfect spiral. but there is no grace in going end over end. its an amusement park ride at best- but at worst it is light and dark, dawn and dusk, spinning end over end so fast that it becomes a blur. the great black sadness poison and beaks and all and the warming sun just become the same. its that lithium point. the drooling effect. zombie. been going through kitchens and back doors for awhile now, so youd never know. feel like im walking around with a sign on my back of some kind. every one i know wants to take me in, to pull me aside for that all important conversation where i figure me out- we pull out of perspective- maybe i dont want to figure me out. maybe every time you thank me, i feel like ive pulled the rug out from under you. every time you curse me, i quietly applaud because you know what? maybe youre right. maybe they all are. snag. hit a snag. always do. turn over a new leaf, fuck it turn over the whole tree. itll be a new day all the bodies hanging from the branches will be buried in beautiful ceremonies. and besides well finally have roots. something to dig in to. ive forgotten most everyone i ever cared for if they dont keep tabs on me. not saying that should come as much of a surprise its just me. i dont want to clear up any confusion. i dont want to clarify black or white, im totally entranced with the idea of remaining gray. and if my eyes pour its just for the garden that is its lashes. nothing more. cause really its just that newspaper swat and i couldnt remember for the life of me what ive done or where ive been thats got me shaking to my karmic bone. the "h.m.s. sinking" feeling is sneaking up on me. thats what you get in open waters, right? royal navy to the crown prince of pointlessness. you got addicted to the blur. its the stage. its the plane. its the kiss. its the strut. and when it all slows down its just you in a room so dark you cant even tell how big it is. been asleep so long ive forgotten my name. stumble. the night has a plan. if not the night has a point: "if you cant remember it why would you ever miss the blur?" think of all the in-betweens. knuckles numb from the walls youve puched, knees buckling from all the legs youve loved. all the toasts weve made. all the hugs. blow past the exit sign. the exist sign. were ticking. were wicks sparking....
May 28, 2009
“what do you want to call it?”
i got that midnight tennis elbow
the solitaire rugburn
took a turn (an ace up my sleeve)
i want to choke (u)
and get sick off of you like secondhand smoke
ya got me sweating like calcutta nights
such a sweet epiphany
i am a wing
i am a prayer
a thimble and an acorn
a promise from a poor apocathary- to an understudy in love forlorn
ill give you heatstroke
im getting you and im losing me
wed get legendary lil darlin, uh huh lil darlin
but ive got a nomadic head
i love ya but ive caught the doom and the dread
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February 2009
February 2, 2009
actually.
you wake up before you fall asleep.
February 5, 2009
“rushmore”
They say any port in a storm right? I’ll keep the light on and pray for the wind to pick up.
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January 2009
January 14, 2009
“believersneverdie”
I am the love of my own life
Broke my heart
And Left myself twice
Just can't stay away
I'm gonna cheat death
God can't stand it
Keep a picture of dorian gray in my attic
I'm an iceberg off being a dreamboat
Sneak Thru bedroom windows til the day I die
The last of the crusaders lving forever with his baby teeth
The yarns of my life won't sew together right
Say your prayers. I've made a religion of leaving you behind
And I'm always tring to recover from the fog of a flight
I'm early at being late and
When wallstreet crashed I invested in a grave
I was miscast to play the role of myself
But I took it cos I needed the dime
And I'll understudy ill understand me
A secondhand account of stories that never happened
And the good times were never
Quite as good as we remember
Pick up that guitar I dare you
Ill shove it down your throat
Crash
I wanna hear my name before I hit the stage
Crash
I want out just before it gets too late
Put the world on mute
Don't look like much but I clean up good in a haircut and defamation suit
They say you'll get ur reward in heaven but hell I want it now
(When I can appreciate it)
I have nothing to offer you but everything you don't need
I was salivating the moment you began whimpering
That's just my favorite mouth and my favorite sound
"Can you hold for the next available operator?" There's enough sad to go around
I love you so much I'm going to break you in places you didn't even know existed
I'm only good at getting worse at being better
Your so pretty when ur looking at him
Behind closed doors am i the animal they say I am or have I been house broken?
"You don't have to answer any of this"
Leave it all unspoken
Snap snap snap
They'll catch us in a photograph
Snap snap snap
My heart will crush the electricity in your pants
Could I look out into the crowd and andthink "you saved my life"
January 19, 2009
"i missed your skin when you were east, you clicked your heels and wished for me..."
i cant sleep.
not when i cant look in on you.
not when i cant feel you on my chest.
not even with hurricane of excitement here.
i cant be me.
i dont remember how.
i wouldnt want that memory even if i could,
if i had to do it on my own.
id pass.
skip me.
go on to someone who matters.
put me on a plane or press fastforward.
but tape the good parts.
i dont want to miss them.
January 28, 2009
compromise:
open the gates of hell. see what comes out. but more importantly what comes in....
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