Twenty-first century, the world through all eyes. A man who knows nightmares, is hard to surprise.
I’m walking a tightrope to impress,I know, I’m no master but nonetheless. This town is showing me no way out. I’m no monumental, or Budapest, no image in dirt, or in iris, For now, showing the long way out. I make a mess, and light that fire, for those who can’t. I’m drowning in the warm excess of no accomplishments. Bone white, and stone cold. The real strength...
Rolls out of bed at noon.
Hate to admit that I’ve had it. Every notice and notification, an endless reminder of paths not taken and ideas not realized. Simple necessities no longer satisfy this hunger and longing, and so there must be something more out there, a path whereby I can rewrite some history and alter some future. Not wishing that I were more important, just longing to know where my place lies.
my old self
times, change constantly.time and place before now, i could envision myself dancing. and I could hear the music swing. So maybe I laughed a little too loudly, and I noticed the music faded… just slightly. Time like a lost brother. still barely gripping my fingers, but sometimes pulling me back. Like an unsealed envleope, waiting to leaking my secrets into the stormdrain. A long...
Historys a menace to mystery.
Just in time to bolster your holiday spirit!...
Stomp On Your Grandmothers Flowerbed: Review:... →
stomponyourgrandmothersflowerbed: This is definitely not the kind of music I’m use to reviewing, but I have such a soft spot for music like this. This is a truly beautiful album, almost of beautiful as the person who created it. Nicole Bell (Nicole Dollanganger) is a solo artist from Ontario, Canada. Who happens to make some…
A song off our recent EP, just meandering onto our...
Made it to work on time. It was a quick day of delivering furniture, we’re back now and its not even quite 2 oclock?. Ill take a lunch soon and contemplate how to use the rest of my night. I’ve got a million ideas at the moment but I always forget about them once I actualy have the time to do them..
Listen to ¡Seahorses! EP by Catherine Heathcliff.
Lovely little paper world
Youve got your head, So far up your ass, That you can see angels and seraphs Serenade your visage with harps, As you throw your mercy down on them. It might be nice to be so high. Yes, your ass is probably a beautful place to be. But dont forget it doesnt take much to come crashing down. Like the living piece of shit that you are. Ignorance is no answer. Excuses do nothing but make me...
I leave wet pieces of garbage like you under my lawn, For next seasons breakfast.
So you fancy yourself a writer? Think of your pen, An instrument of beauty? I don’t think so. Jumbled letters and a trail of confusion, Delicately placed, to read yourself into a brick wall. You’re no more an artist than Heinrich was a sculptor. Your words bear no meaning to real life. But a properly inserted lie can sell a thousand copies. Can’t it? Oh weaver of...
Fake people flock together. Die grubs
These old shaky, sweaty bones. Dangle in the mist, Like amethyst, but more amiss. Like something was lost, At the dawn of time. Deep in the sludge of la brea grime. Just like the mold on this soggy rhyme. Moments that make you wonder if youre still alive. Caught up amongst the true new ‘must see or die.’ Multiple stories caught up in quarks of madness. Blip blip blip. And...
We can’t all be gems, Can we little man? Can we? So what. Do you shine as brightly as some? No, no. You don’t. So drop the attitude. Because it’s only futility until you stop believing. And accept what is so. Slow down, Little man. And take a look at the world around you. It’s like a painting, made of its billions of little parts. A little box of wonders...
My teachers (lovers) all called me depraved. Said you should try and act your age. And i sat laughing, cutting gouges from the dimples on my face. I peeled back fatty lumps of skin. And told them this life is a figment, Meant to stimulate forgiveness, Well im not human, i never learned.
Prosperity. Freedom and comfort. Excitement and chemistry. Can comfort and chemistry come close? Even at caution of cost?
Fetch-able; Useful; Perhaps, perhaps. Of worth you ask? Well not me. A permanent fixture: Nay, nay. A passing specter. With eyes on the past.
I cut off my nose
If the cost of food is to be unable to eat in silence… than damnit, i shall not eat!
The reason the modern world dissapoints me so, is that it is a constant reminder that everything has been said before. Only a true devil can take the fear out of death. And id rather be cast away than live in purgatory.
Circa Survive - Violent Waves Tour Comp EP →
Just downloaded Violent Waves Tour Comp EP from Circa Survive
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Out today! Happy friday the 13th! (Debut album by Ontario folk/indie rock group Freemason. Click the video to stream it while tumbling, or follow the links for a download! Its pay what you like, and if you’re like me [rather pov] feel free to just download and enjoy!) Mitch (no_th)
How to Surf →
What the F? Futurama and a Ferret?