Torn apart from limb to limb and put in place again.

"Show & Tell and Hide & Seek (Part One)"

2010-07-29T00:22:00.001-07:00

I just saw you the other night
I could see... you were done up in disguise
a painted smile across your face
in a red dress and showing off your legs
but I know all about your schemes
I know who and how you've been impressing

Every new arm that you hold
only hides what your pills can't control

You're disgusting but I adore you
you're a liar but I admire you
cloudy eyes but still beautiful

Have you seen me across the street?
would you want to come look more closely?
a painted smile over my mask
with colorful memories from years passed
have I ever caught your eye,
in a panic, reciting my white lies

In every new bed that you sleep
is another bottle poured into me

You're deceiving but I just need you
you're an addict but I must have you
almost gone but still just enough

I'm alone and you're a mess
beneath the grime, I see your loveliness
I'm alone and you're a mess
against my skin, can you feel my cowardice?
I'm on my own and you're such a mess
within your soul I could hide my loneliness

If it's our words that are failing
then our movements could save us
when it's our hearts that are fleeting
the snow will control our demons

"Familiar Rain"

2010-07-25T00:27:00.000-07:00

***This is super old but I still like it. A rare short little diddy***

She's never seen quite the likeness in me
I've never seen such thievery in her
no longer the late night robbery
just leaving me under her diamonds to burn

She's never seen quite the likeness in me
I've never seen such a detailed scheme
no longer the day time surgery
just leaving me under her scalpels to dream

I've never seen quite the beauty in her
she's never seen such honesty in me
no more adventure or mystery
just waiting on signals or a cue to leave

"The Still Point of a Turning World"

2010-06-14T01:08:00.000-07:00

I was once fond of sleeping
I was once your wind
you were once the words I printed on my skin
this had once felt like oceans
you were once at ease
I had once believed what's written on our bodies

I've been lying here on the floor
by the fire, cause I need its warmth
to embrace me, as I try to sleep
but there are some missing parts
color dreaming, the skin from your arms

If for once I am still, please just let me sleep
it's all the fantasies I've been missing

Let me go... out on a limb here
there's a chance I set this in motion
I was told... the coast would be all clear
this is lasting no more than a moment

Let me go... out on a limb here
there's a chance the stars could be shining
on my long... walk to elation
not that you need to know where I'm hiding

It was pouring down rain
when the sun showed his face
the glistening streets
shown a mirage unto me
you were there smiling wide
dressed in that way when you were mine

It's just heat and the rain
I told myself to look away
the deceiving clean streets
shown a mirage unto me
like a lake in the sand
I couldn't help but reach out my hand

Here it goes... a chance to remember
when you were... so full of laughter

Let me go... out on a limb here
there's a chance we could have made it
I will hold... true to my promise
I will soon be making some changes
it is my... goal to feel nothing
I will not be the one who's affected

I've been lying here on the floor
by the fire, cause I need its warmth
to embrace me, as I wait for sleep

And for now I am still, please do not wake me
it's all the memories I've been missing

"What We Have Here is a Dreamer"

2010-05-10T23:58:00.000-07:00

There is a sorrow here, unlike anywhere else
there is misfortune here, extending past myself
there is a stolen heart everyone could confess
there is a loneliness

I think I've gotten her out completely
I've written her down in clever words
tied into melodies
At least I'm letting it go finally
it only took two with clever names
helping to see clearly

How long can this last, are we stuck in the past?
I cannot breathe and I need your faith in me

There is a sorrow here, that's not planning to leave
there is such disdain here, in the words we speak
there is a heavy heart for everyone to repress
there is this emptiness

I hope I've gotten it out honestly
by raising a glass to honor him
trying to breathe easy
At least I'm taking this all more lightly
my insides were all such a mess
tied up so tightly

How far can this go, will this help us to grow?
I'm on the fence and I'm losing balance
I'll keep my promise if you will forget this

Someday now my eyes
will spark some new life
my hands be untied

And without a need
or reason to speak
some room just to breathe

"I'm Frozen and You're Dead (And I love You)"

2010-01-10T22:41:00.000-08:00

The ice was breaking under feet
breathing too heavy, loudly cracking with each word I speak
the streets were soaking where I sleep
veiling splices of two lives passing in such harmony

The clouds were scattered perfectly
making a mural, slowly drifting in the summer night
the color scattered brilliantly
painting portraits of lifetimes passing in the evening sky

The leaves were falling silently
autumn mosaic, softly building 'round our warm embrace
our voices speaking quietly
writing novels for two lives passing that have been replaced

The wind was blowing violently
losing my balance, we were smiling at these soaring heights
the Earth approaching rapidly
defining moments of lifetimes passing behind hopeful eyes

I was frozen in time
all the hands she could hold and she still took mine
she was there in the morning and I've been feeling fine

I was frozen in change
even if it's too late, it's for the best in my case
I spent more than a lifetime waking to your lovely face

I was frozen in love
all the women I've had and she was finally enough
should I decide to live a lie or face my fears from above

I've been frozen in death
all the memories we've made were only dreams in my head
now I'm finally waking up to see the world turn again

"The Perfect Sleep"

2009-11-24T23:32:00.000-08:00

I saw the wreckage from that night somewhere in hindsight
there were no stars in the sky or in his vacant eyes
I picked up pieces off the street that were left unseen
on such a dark night, "God" must have been fast asleep

We placed a cross on the fence to be shared with friends
we'll be asking questions and making amends
like anyone will hear our words, only the free birds
"everything happens for a reason" sounds absurd

So close to home on a late night, early in the new year
were there flashes behind those eyes, or time enough to fear?

We placed a cross on the fence where a lifetime ends
baring a name we all know given by closer friends
from under a frozen winter sky, so gray and so wide
"it was just his time" will be the lie to ease their minds

Forever dressed in such class from a life less tired
I don't want to accept that your time has expired
but maybe you are finally sleeping the perfect sleep
"in a much better place" is all that I believe

Will we look the same emerging from the flames?
the ashes of our bodies gathered and thrown away
will we meet again, will I see you as a friend?
with the proof of our lives scattered and blown away

Please take my hand, show me what's been planned
or is what we are the end of everything?
please tell me more, that's worth hoping for
does what we see in dreams have some meaning?

"Par Voie de Mer"

2009-10-26T02:54:00.000-07:00

I will take enough to last me years
I'm sorry but it's impossible to work here
I'll take sharp enough knives if all goes wrong
to carve my thoughts into what I'm floating on.
You have enough problems, no need to fix mine
I'm sorry to waste so much of your time
you may keep everything of ours
I'll find a muse in the stars.

Maybe it's just that I have grown cold
maybe I've lost sight of all my hands used to hold
let the waves wash over me, I will try my luck at sea
I just wanted to be something ... but it's time
to be moving on, to accept all that's wrong.

If you make it out alive and alone
may the calmest seas keep you afloat
should the current send you drifting
may the sun shine bright to keep you from freezing.
I'll be on my own floating out to sea
out towards the setting sun and smiling
longing to see the stars more clearly
thinking of you when the sharks come to get me.

Maybe it's just that I've become tired
maybe I've lost hope in all that had me inspired
let the ocean embrace me, I will have more luck at sea
you just wanted to help me ... but it's time
to be letting go, to give up all that I own.

"Understanding a Sailor's Grief"

2009-10-11T01:00:00.000-07:00

Please stop pulling me down, you have some flaws of your own
feel free to go

I was out with myself again as the day began to fade
darker clouds were rolling in, I felt them raining on my face
I was hoping for a flood, for it to carry me away.
All I heard when I got home were the voices of a siren
I've got this yearning in my heart and a burning in my skin
could we ever start anew or find something to believe in?

Please don't pick me apart, you have bad habits of your own
we have no vows to keep, you're free to leave

I was lost in my thoughts again as the sun began to rise
morning birds were waking up, I heard them taking to the skies
I was thinking of the times and of the places with surprise.
I can't force myself to love, we've been pushing way too far
I've got a burning in my skin and this yearning in my heart
we need to find again, everything that made us at the start

Please don't deny such simple things, you have desires of your own
we have no rings to wear, no lie to swear
please don't flash me those eyes, you're not as clever as you think
we have no promise to hold, you're free to go

"The West Is Dreaming"

2009-08-28T00:17:00.000-07:00

Leave what you will and take if you need
you have familiar eyes and a similar taste
we could make this work with anyone
and the east is screaming your name
Take what you will and leave if you need
there's "indifference in my voice and walls around my heart"
this has gone on for far too long
pieces that once fit have been pulled apart

So it's stay or just walk away
I can tell by the way you've been sleeping
that you're afraid of what I've been thinking
Baby, stay or just keep away
I can tell by the way you've been leaving
and we've gone too long without speaking

You've been taking those pills earlier each night
the ones that you say have been helping you sleep
you could be dreaming of anyone
and the west is dreaming of me

There's no more walking on eggshells
cause there's nothing left to hide
we should be letting our guard down
there's no more secrets to find

Oh, if we could change, would we ever feel the same?
So what if we changed, would we ever be the same?
I would be willing to try

So it's stay or just walk away
I can tell by the way you've been sleeping
you're just afraid of what I've been thinking
Baby, stay or just keep away
I can tell by the way I've been drinking
that we've gone too long without speaking

"Echoes in Waves"

2009-07-22T00:55:00.000-07:00

I woke up with the sunrise
something I don't normally see
unless I'm falling asleep
some things I will never see
until I'm falling asleep

We spent a year outside
dressing our tired arms
sinking with the sunset
into more somber seas

Belonging to the night
speaking in desperate tongues
trading our hearts at times
for what love cannot provide

This distance only shows us
the decline of reckless lives
with lines divided in white

Crawling through the darkness
without that warmth at my side
something less than cleansing
running throughout my veins

Twilight echoes in waves
found on the warmest days
rising with a new sun
into more cloudy skies

While sleeping with these demons
burning up beneath the trees
freezing slowly on the beach

We were the same as leaves
during a season's change
floating before landing
upon these icy streets

We made a pact in the snow
binding our loving eyes
grasping our fragile hands
onto some fleeting hope

Now if it's only one of us
to make the changes we need
I believe you're far too weak

I left my crutches in the street
buried my weapons in the ground
where they will never be found

Maybe what she said was true
maybe there is more left in me
than I have come to believe

I woke up with the sunrise
something that I see differently
waking in some clarity
without you and I've never seen...
I've never seen these streets so clean

"Seasons for Sleep"

2009-07-07T23:09:00.000-07:00

We found escape in the constellations
we found an outlet in the stars
no one will touch us this time
With the storm clouds passing below us
and the moon as our guiding light
nothing can hurt us this time

Leaves fall to keep us together
is this how we'll be remembered?
This is where we are
there's nothing we need to run from

Birds, take me with you, fly me south for the winter
under your wings, help me to forgive her

I found comfort in the changing seasons
held hands with angels in the snow
I'll get by fine on my own
I found an anchor in the darkest nights
made friends with ghosts in the cold
I can be fine on my own

Day breaks and the skies are clearing
is this what we'll find in leaving?
This is where I am
there's nothing that I can run from

Bears, let me join you, let me sleep until spring
under your embrace, let me not feel anything
Birds, take me with you, fly me south for the winter
under your wings, help me to forget her

"Changing the Tide"

2009-06-28T23:13:00.000-07:00

The moon's making her presence widely known
I see sorrow in the way she's glowing
the moon's making its presence known tonight
gleaming brighter like a watchful eye

Maybe she knows something's coming
she's already changing the tide
maybe she's telling us something
perhaps she's saying goodbye

One day all orbit will abandon this world
the moon will not always hold our hand in the dark
there will be deserts where ships once sailed
let's hope we're leaving something that makes a mark

The sun's losing his presence in the sky
I see cowardice in how he's shining
the sun's fading, it's slowly losing spark
barely burning like a dying star

Maybe he knows something's changing
he's already doubting himself
maybe he's resting for something
perchance he's bidding farewell

Someday the surface of earth will be changing
the sun will not always have our backs in morning
we will soon evolve where the deaf had failed
let us not be frightened by any words of warning

Oh, please tell me I will live to see this day
when it comes I know I won't be afraid
Oh, please tell me I will live to see the end
when it comes I hope I'll see you again

Life story

2009-03-05T23:21:00.001-08:00

When everything is lonely, I can be my own best friend.
I get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversation
with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection.
The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning, looks like shit.

Waste

2009-02-24T02:38:00.000-08:00

We sit and we sigh
and nothing gets done.
So right, so clued up
we just get old.

The Way I See It #296

2009-01-27T00:09:00.000-08:00

By the time executives get married, take on a mortgage, raise kids, cope with the crabgrass, climb the corporate ladder, do their best to manage career pressures, build their net worth and get into their 40s, they've lost touch with what they believe in and care about most deeply.

--Allan Cox
CEO coach and author

Another example as to why we can never give up or stop doing what we love to do.

Two-thousand what??

2009-01-01T22:32:00.001-08:00

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I truly cannot believe it's 2009 now.
I keep thinking it's still 2007.
I'm not sure what that says about 2008...

I'm pretty sure (and hope) this year will have many firsts
and many new/amazing memories.

Wow, I'm pretty that's the most optimistic I've ever been in my whole life.

I hope everyone had fun last night and today!

Recap

2008-12-15T23:43:00.000-08:00

Top Album Releases of 2008
1. Lydia - Illuminate
2. Sigur Ros - með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust
3. Copeland - You Are My Sunshine
4. Pompeii - Nothing Happens For A Reason
5. Whitley - The Submarine

Top Movies of 2008
1. Milk
2. The Dark Knight
3. Religulous
4. Choke
5. Synecdoche, New York

Top Shows of 2008
1. Sigur Ros / Parachutes
2. Copeland / Lydia / Lights

Most memorable events:
1. Riding the train from Portland to Philadelphia through thousands of miles of snow; freezing cold temperatures; 4-hour pit stop to re-visit Chicago; walking around and getting lost in a new city; going completely numb on the boardwalk in Atlantic City.

2. Turning 21 and gambling for the first time (legally) in Las Vegas!

Five Albums I Could Not Live Without

2008-10-10T03:57:00.000-07:00

NYC

2008-10-08T22:17:00.001-07:00

Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus-violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage. Let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.

For the believers!

2008-10-05T03:09:00.001-07:00

Definitely worth watching!

Goals and Changes and Bullshit

2008-09-17T00:34:00.000-07:00

If only I could finally find a new (full time/decent paying) job;
I could do and have everything I have wanted for a long time.
I'm in dire need of a change.
And a major one.

Twenty One

2008-09-11T00:56:00.000-07:00

Well, as of 56 minutes ago, I am 21.
It feels pretty strange. My whole life, it seemed so far away.
But it's always semi depressing on my birthday. It's like another year has gone by even quicker than the last. It seems like I just turned 18. I can't believe it's already been a year since I was on tour with the Inked in Blood guys. Exactly a year ago, on my birthday, I was in Detroit. Weird...

On a lighter note:
Drinks and dinner at the Melting Pot tomorrow night!

Waiting too long for a ship to come

2008-08-18T18:53:00.000-07:00

Let's sail away; find our own country. Let's get away, let's push our lives aside. Under the stars, I'll be your lover. With no distractions I'm going to treat you right. When it seems like things are only getting better; when it seems like we can never catch a break... Just keep a hold on me, don't let go if you float away.

Northeast

2008-08-12T00:04:00.000-07:00

If you don't go at night, you won't go. Because to see these places by daylight is to see the bottom line of our flimsy contract with life.

Every major city has a section like this one. If a piebald dwarf with advanced leprosy wants to have sex with a kangaroo and a teenage choir, he'll find his way here and get a room. When he's done, he might take the whole gang next door for a cup of Cuban coffee and a sandwich. Nobody would care, as long as he tipped.

Reverse Pioneering

2008-07-27T01:29:00.000-07:00

In a world where billions believe their deity conceived a mortal child with a virgin human, it's stunning how little imagination most people display.

Friends

2008-07-15T03:18:00.000-07:00

It was a couple days after everything that I got the plane ticket to New York from my dad. I was excited to be back in the city. Around Mrs. Calderon, too. But as soon as I saw her I could tell something was different. She was divorced. It turns out Mr. Calderon cheated on her for almost the whole time they were married. That night I told her what happened back home. She said, "It happens at different times for different people, but it happens to everybody. It's the worst part about growing up - heartbreak. But it's a part of life." I told her it seems like a pretty big part. Through her tears she smiled and said,

"That's why you have to believe that life is more than the sum of its parts, kiddo."

I kind of felt my heart breaking for her but I knew that was no good. I wanted to do something for her but there wasn't anything. There wasn't one thing I could really do. The electricity wasn't in her eyes anymore. Her eyes were still reflecting what was there, but now it was the sadness. I started to see it everywhere.

It covers my eyes. Say there's some kids playing baseball. All I see is the one kid they won't let play because he tells corny jokes. And no one thinks they're funny. Or I see a boy and a girl in love and kissing. I just see that they're gonna be one of those sad old couples one day - who just cheats on each other and can't even look at each other in the eye. And I feel it. I feel all of their sadness. I feel it probably even worse than that sad old couple or that corny kid will ever feel it.

blog·ger noun

2008-07-09T04:58:00.000-07:00

: the fact that people seem to be getting dumber and dumber. We have all this amazing technology and yet computers have basically turned it into four figure wank machines. People, they don't write anymore. They blog. Instead of talking they text. No punctuation. No grammar. "lol" this. "lmfao" that. It just seems to me that it's just a bunch of stupid people pseudo-communicating with a bunch of other stupid people in a proto language that resembles more what the cave men used to speak rather than the King's English.

Hence my self-loathing.

Greyhound

2008-06-26T02:45:00.000-07:00

It's not the worst way to go once you know what to expect. It's all the people who aren't rich enough for Amtrak or airfare and aren't bothered enough to care how they get to wherever it is they're going. And when they start talking, and they always do, you find that each of them has a story they want to tell. Everyone, no matter how young or old, has some lesson they want to teach. And I sit there and listen and learn all about life from people who have no idea how to live it. Nobody knows how to just shut the fuck up and look out the window anymore.

The bathrooms are tiny and filthy and you have no choice but to piss all over yourself when the bus swerves, but the streetlights look like blurred stars exploding in the window when it rains at night, and you can sleep knowing that if there's an accident and everyone on the bus dies it wasn't your fault.

Forecast

2008-06-16T01:23:00.001-07:00

A couple drinks. A couple aspirin. Repeat.
If you've reached middle age and you see how you're never going to be the big famous artist you dreamed of becoming and paint something that will touch and inspire people, really touch and move them and change their lives. You just don't have the talent. You don't have the brains or inspiration. You don't have what it takes to create a masterpiece. If you see how anything you create would just be adding more mediocre shit to a world already crammed with mediocre shit. If you realize you're forty-one years old and you've reached the end of your God-given potential, well, cheers.

Here's mud in your eyes. Bottoms up.
Here's as smart as you're ever going to get.

Just for the record, the weather today is bitter with occasional fits of jealous rage.

Waste of Paint

2008-06-09T04:30:00.001-07:00

I want to scream out that it all is nonsense. Your life is one track - can't you see it's pointless? But just then my knees give under me. My head feels weak and suddenly it's clear to see, it's not them, but me who's lost my self identity as I hide behind these books I read while scribbling my poetry. Like art could save a wretch like me with some ideal ideology that no one could hope to achieve. And I'm never real. It's just a sketch in me. And everything I made is trite and cheap and a waste.

Diary

2008-05-28T19:17:00.000-07:00

Here in the City of Roses the clouds never fail to cover the annual Rose Festival. The annual soggy-shoe, makeup-smeared, pantie-stained wetness--except cold. Isn't it "April showers bring May flowers"? Well, it's nearly June and we are still waiting for the majority of buds to bloom. This can, also, relate to everyday life in certain situations, at specific times.

The weather today is increasing concern
followed by full-blown dread.

Golden Arches

2008-05-20T01:10:00.000-07:00

McDonald's almost hired me one time, and I only applied for the job to meet younger girls. Black girls, Hispanic, white, and Chinese girls, it says right on the job application how McDonald's hires different races and ethnic backgrounds. It's girls, girls, girls, buffet-style. Also on the application McDonald's says if you have any of the following diseases:
Hepatitis A
Salmonella
Shigella
Staphylococcus
Giardia
or Campylobacter, then you may not work there. This is more of a guarantee than you get meeting girls on the street. You can't be too careful. At least at McDonald's she's gone on record saying she's clean. Plus, there's a very good chance she's going to be young. Pimple young. Giggling young. Silly young, and as stupid as me.

Silence

2008-05-01T21:13:00.000-07:00

Imagine immortality, where even a marriage of fifty years would feel like a one-night stand. Imagine seeing trends and fashions blur past you. Imagine the world more crowded and desperate every century. Imagine changing religions, homes, diets, careers, until none of them have any real value. Imagine traveling the world until you're bored with every square inch. Imagine your emotions, your loves and hates and rivalries and victories, played out again and again until life is nothing more than a melodramatic soup opera. Until you regard the birth and death of other people with no more emotion than the wilted cut flowers you throw away.

Think of deep outer space, the incredible cold and quiet. The heaven where silence is reward enough.

Invisible Monsters

2008-04-25T01:54:00.000-07:00

You're a product of our language and how our laws are and how we believe our God wants us. Every bitty molecule about you has already been thought out by some million people before you. Anything you can do is boring and old and perfectly okay. You're safe because you're so trapped inside your culture. Anything you can conceive of is fine because you can conceive it. You can't imagine any way to escape. There's no way you can get out. The world is your cradle and your trap.

There isn't any real you in you.

Love♥

2008-04-17T02:28:00.000-07:00

Because no one is singular, no feeling is permanent, and no standardized definitions of emotion can exist, there can be no such thing as LOVE. Along with God and patriotism, love is just another great marketing tool.

Another paradox of love is that the lover wants to use the lovee as a physical and emotional toilet, wherein one can flush a variety of messy longings, freaky fantasies, and pathetic needs. If someone really loved someone else, they'd stay the hell away from them.

Lydia

2008-03-30T20:33:00.000-07:00

This is what your ears have been missing.

Their sophomore release, Illuminate, is beyond expectations. A masterpiece of an album, in my opinion. Click the banner above to hear some of it and some old songs as well.

If you want to preview and/or buy the album, or each song individually, go to Amazon.com.

I've also written a short review of the new album Here (first one at the top).

Bamboozle Left

2008-03-30T20:21:00.001-07:00

NEXT WEEKEND (April 5th & 6th)
I guarantee at least ten, or a billion, of your favorite bands are playing this show. The Bamboozle festival has cloned itself and sent its better half to the west coast. Everyone should go and spend all your (parents') hard-earned money at the Verizon Wireless Amphitheater in Irvine, CA.

Click this flyer for more info and complete lineup.

Welcoming myself

2008-03-29T18:04:00.000-07:00

Myspace, livejournal, facebook, purevolume, absolutepunk;
Blogger[spot]? Sure, why not.

It's liberating being able to say/write/express/share whatever I want knowing that, virtually, no one will read the words. But for now, this will be used as a promotional tool. So [whoever's out there] maybe you'll see something you never knew about, want to know more about, wished you'd never knew about, or even that you're glad you came across.

Whatever.