And just like that it was October! I hope everyone is staying warm and enjoying the orange hue of it all.
Things haven't been easy at all, not one little bit, but all the better. Things have never been too easy, so it's really better this way. I am used to things being difficult, so maybe it's what I'm best at. Maybe someday I'll catch a break, but until then I'm opretty sure misfortune is what's keeping me afloat. The problem is that usually I can chalk it up to Discordia and smile and enjoy everything spinning out of control. But these passed two weeks I've had such a heavy lot of sad. Like a poison coating my insides, and it sure makes everything hard. And then I wonder, is it the sad that's making me tired by 11am every day, or is it the sickness?
I mustn't mustn't mustn't lose momentum. Some weeks will be harder than others, it's alright.
I grew up mostly higher up from here, in the mountains but not too high. Near the A.T. I went there over the weekend because it's been six years or so. I remember the town being pleasant. Ponds, old mills, geese, large playgrounds, old-timey looking buildings, mostly middle class people. It's a strange town because it burned to the ground and killed a ton of people in 1895. During the time I lived there, four businesses surrounding my house burned to the ground...a super market, a bowling place, a hardware store, a small diner. There were other fires too, but I don't remember them. Fire town.
We went up and into the woods to play music. I heard the town got hit hard by Irene, but the damage extended beyond fallen trees and overflown ponds. The entire town is in disarray. Garbage cans overflowing. Broken windows. No businesses open, playgrounds downgraded, streets cracked. Was it always this way, and I just didn't notice as a kid? I went to my old house which was maybe a stupid idea. I guess the ecconomy up there is finally shot.
There was a park with an airtplane in it that had a slide on top. When I was 11 I perfected the art of running along the top and jumping off the back and falling without breaking any bones. I probably ran off of it a thousand times.
This is the airplane:
It doesn't have a slide any more. In fact, almost the entire playground is gone and has been replaced with a smaller sized plastic play area. So we left and I came back here.
There was an "Excentuate the Positive" playlist on the radio, which was just so.
Alright, that's enough for now. Sorry if this one was no fun to read, love to everyone all over the place.
Things haven't been easy at all, not one little bit, but all the better. Things have never been too easy, so it's really better this way. I am used to things being difficult, so maybe it's what I'm best at. Maybe someday I'll catch a break, but until then I'm opretty sure misfortune is what's keeping me afloat. The problem is that usually I can chalk it up to Discordia and smile and enjoy everything spinning out of control. But these passed two weeks I've had such a heavy lot of sad. Like a poison coating my insides, and it sure makes everything hard. And then I wonder, is it the sad that's making me tired by 11am every day, or is it the sickness?
I mustn't mustn't mustn't lose momentum. Some weeks will be harder than others, it's alright.
I grew up mostly higher up from here, in the mountains but not too high. Near the A.T. I went there over the weekend because it's been six years or so. I remember the town being pleasant. Ponds, old mills, geese, large playgrounds, old-timey looking buildings, mostly middle class people. It's a strange town because it burned to the ground and killed a ton of people in 1895. During the time I lived there, four businesses surrounding my house burned to the ground...a super market, a bowling place, a hardware store, a small diner. There were other fires too, but I don't remember them. Fire town.
We went up and into the woods to play music. I heard the town got hit hard by Irene, but the damage extended beyond fallen trees and overflown ponds. The entire town is in disarray. Garbage cans overflowing. Broken windows. No businesses open, playgrounds downgraded, streets cracked. Was it always this way, and I just didn't notice as a kid? I went to my old house which was maybe a stupid idea. I guess the ecconomy up there is finally shot.
There was a park with an airtplane in it that had a slide on top. When I was 11 I perfected the art of running along the top and jumping off the back and falling without breaking any bones. I probably ran off of it a thousand times.
This is the airplane:
It doesn't have a slide any more. In fact, almost the entire playground is gone and has been replaced with a smaller sized plastic play area. So we left and I came back here.
There was an "Excentuate the Positive" playlist on the radio, which was just so.
Alright, that's enough for now. Sorry if this one was no fun to read, love to everyone all over the place.
These are a few of my favorite sounds:
- Wind Chimes
- baby kitten meow
- Filling the watering can
- Tap shoes on wooden floor
- Coin dropping on the sidewalk
- Lighter being lit
- Baby yawning
- Marbles heated up in the frying pan
- Dandylion being picked.
Once, before animals or friends came along, I had a wonderful pet plant who was my absolute everything:
I was in love with a woman who had been dead for a very long time:
(This wasn't the first time such an instance has occured, either.)
I didn't mind living in hell.
I was some kind of pirate or something. That's what all the tattoos are about I think.
I became obsessed with vintage porno.
I started modeling...
Fast forard six years and here we are. 
So, what's your favorite sound?
Check this crazy bitch out.
Ok, we made it through the storm. We're ok, I hope everyone else is too. The flooding etc really fucked things around here. It was a stuck inside like crazy sort of weekend I'm afraid, but Auriga's been visiting and that's awesome. She just got a fucking sick job blogging job too. Aw yea girl.
Other than the usual things are in and around. I'm gunna fuckin kill it. And I'm making music with my favorite person to make music with.
Back to work though. If this account should expire and I should suddenly be gone, know that I love you and I'll be back soon.
now this:
ITS MUTHA FUCKIN TY-LERRRRR.
