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.