February 2012
3 posts
[Excerpts from David Berman’s poem, Self...
“I’m kicking the party trash that coats the floor, empty whiskey bottles...”
– ‘Savers’ - Bomb the Music Industry!
January 2012
2 posts
December 2011
5 posts
November 2011
6 posts
Watchhazleton by justin vernon.
consider it ruined; my work is done.
October 2011
5 posts
2 tags
“Allow me to be frank at the commencement. You will not like me. The gentlemen...”
work in progress (for harley)
i know im not a bad...
September 2011
4 posts
August 2011
5 posts
July 2011
3 posts
“You can’t slit the throat of everyone whose character it would improve.”
– al swearengen
3 tags
May 2011
1 post
April 2011
4 posts
for some reason
my Age of Empires III save file deleted itself which is really really annoying because I was enjoying that game. It’s probably a sign though. But instead of wasting my time in that way, I have decided to use my time in ways that still don’t include writing music or doing realer work. I’ve decided to tumbl. You catch me at the worst times.
I don’t much enjoy tumblr anymore....
i never talk to strangers
your life’s a dimestore novel, this town is full of guys like you and you’re looking for someone to take the place of her.
and you’re bitter cause he left you, that’s why you’re drinkin in this bar. well only suckers fall in love with perfect strangers.
it always takes one to know one stranger, maybe we’re just wiser now and been around the block so many...
a list of the things i enjoy:
• My lovely girlfriend, Olivia. She’s pretty and knows stuff about monkeys and stuff and regularly asks me to watch all three Star Wars in one day. • Music what’s been sung by people that sound like they’re drunk up to and including Tom Waits, John Cooper Clarke and Louis Barabbas. • The fact that tumblr exists and I spend a lot of time on it but very little effort. • Television...
March 2011
1 post
February 2011
3 posts
small change
And the whores hike up their skirts And fish for drug-store prophylactics With their mouths cut just like Razor blades and their eyes are like stilettos And her radiator’s steaming And her teeth are in a wreck Now she won’t let you kiss her But what the hell do you expect And the Gypsies are tragic and if you Wanna to buy perfume, well They’ll bark you down like ...
“Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant...”
– Dr. Hunter S. Thompson (via jumpedship)
November 2010
1 post
October 2010
1 post
September 2010
1 post
1 tag
August 2010
6 posts
