the day like any other days starts out blue
the crack of whatever light
then the other lights
some people fall asleep with the tv on
or some people think about what went on earlier in the day
most people masturbate or for the lucky few who can manage to find someone to penetrate
those are also things you can do in order to sleep better
but then i think of how much time is wasted sleeping
and then my mind returns to penetration.
i run that gamut
i hunt that game
the sun peaking through my window now
that was this morning
its 12:17 am where iam right now
that means its morning time really.
night owls aren't all that special where we come from
the simple pleasure of never having to say youre sorry

i think ive over stayed my welcome
in a city full of children
in debt until the end of their fourth marriage
and then what?
what buttons are there left to press
when everyone you once loved has given up hope
we put that ghost to rest

the soil still moist from the morning dew
the sun cuts through everything in the end
when the earth grows cold
right before the entire solar system is disintegrated
when the sun explodes and your ancestors ancestors
will have no idea who you were

there came a time in our life when we grew up
became aware of workings
the excision of taste and beauty
the warmth of light on bare skin
the echoing, in and out
always with the glowing
everybody is going through this
remembering the name of your first crush,
or your last crush,
or your next crush.

the vibration behind those eyes are wild
sometimes at night
when her eyes are blown wide open,
the coldest blonde
complete and total punishment.

i wonder if morning birds understand the idea of morning birds

sometimes

broke and desperate,

the stinging pain at the pit of your stomach

the sound of crying in a park downtown
passed out on a bench somewhere
thousands of wandering eyes begging for answers to questions unknown
i wonder if those morning birds know us by name

whoever i was
those skeletons fight with swords.
but when youre alone and scared
it isnt me youre calling anymore...
brooklyn is just too impressive to you
now of days?
a reflection in water?

i dont know yet.

its natural

understanding

iam a being unrestrained
there are no colossus worthy of my match
i will become everything i need

dogs secretly want to bite you all the time.

muscle strain

what has become of us?
our insecure high fives
our secrets

what dreams become after high school are dismal

but what then?

youre lost in a city no one knows your name
a thousand miles from home
and the time of day does not matter.
the dreams where im in control matter the most
my dreams

the depths of the internet.
it turns out i have one of these from like 3 years ago,
weird.

i should remember to only write in here when im stoned.
came back from austin, sxsw
a different experience on the other side of the fence
hanging out with promoters and bands
japanther in san antonio
hank williams III in san antonio
leg sweeper, muhammudali and japanther stayed the night at the house.
king kong nachos are fucking insane.


i organized an unofficial guerilla show at sxsw this year.
we shut down another show set up next to us from l.a.

the kids in l.a. these three acts didnt have an audience.
we were able to get at least 5 of our bands to play before the cops came.
the local news checked us out,
bill murray.

this is a story for my grandchildren for sure.