IPOD
RADIO
home-again-home-again...
for standing up straight...
love, from the bottom.
-peter
back to the real world, where you can trust no one
the sounds of your sneakers on broken glass
and the steady thump of fists on flesh and bone
make up the beat that is the soundtrack to our lives
the smell of pepper spray and bloody noses
and the scream of sirens and flashing lights
creating the ambiance
home is where the hurt is
it's where i hang my hat
i hear c'est la vie
and come what may
if you're looking
you can find me in the gutter
playing the games the broken kids play
EDIT:::
on top of that earlier lighter fare i posted, i would also like to post something else, lighter than i'm typically capable of...
i've just remembered what it's like, to love, unconditionally, even after being neglected, abused, used,abandoned, and otherwise broken into little bits not fit for human existence, i'm still in love, madly, for all the right reasons, and from all the right places, and, i still say...
XOXOXO + XXX
love will never change the world, or save you from yourself, but...
GOT"DAMNNN, it is SUMTHIN' else.
trying to post something a little lighter, than my usual fare...
baby pictures...
with a little "lets reminisce" music to look by...
on top of that earlier lighter fare i posted, i would also like to post something else, lighter than i'm typically capable of...
i've just remembered what it's like, to love, unconditionally, even after being neglected, abused, used,abandoned, and otherwise broken into little bits not fit for human existence, i'm still in love, madly, for all the right reasons, and from all the right places, and, i still say...
XOXOXO + XXX
love will never change the world, or save you from yourself, but...
GOT"DAMNNN, it is SUMTHIN' else.
trying to post something a little lighter, than my usual fare...
baby pictures...
with a little "lets reminisce" music to look by...
trying to post something a little lighter, than my usual fare...
baby pictures...
with a little "lets reminisce" music to look by...
baby pictures...
with a little "lets reminisce" music to look by...
i'm back there somewhere, with the lights turned out
hiding myself away from the world at large
having crawled back into the hole i came out of, only to find out it was worse out here
than the last time i decided to let my skepticism tell me
"it can't stay ugly forever"
so i stay protected by legions of tattoos and pills
rusty nails that littler the long dark path to the darker cave i rest in
and the darkness itself
no one but the fearless enter
making my company little to none
and no one dares stay for long, past when the entrance starts to darken
and the way out becomes invisible
and full of hazards, bio and otherwise
i've got sharps
tools and mind
to cover what dangers aren't covered by the above mentioned protections
i miss you, whether you can tell or not
i'm not coming out until i'm ready
whether you miss me or not
until the dust kicks up enough
to hide my safe place
so, apparently, the worst is over. for now. it's gonna be pins and needles through eggshells that we'll be living on for the rest of the summer, and, so many people are super-fucked in a major way, that it will be a long time recovery process. the university here is still trying to figure out if they can be open for the fall semester.
i, on the other hand, am fine. in the sense that i'm not flooded out, or dealing with any of the issues from all of the damamge, save that i'm semi out of work. whatever. it's a world of shit and dismay. "most men lead lives of quiet desperation." says thoreau. i tend to lean towards that belief, almost religiously.
that being said, i'm okay. the daily grind continues, like it did yesterday, and like it will tomorrow.
thanks to all those concerned about my well being, and the possibility of fleeing said disaster area.
i'm here, for better or worse.
i, on the other hand, am fine. in the sense that i'm not flooded out, or dealing with any of the issues from all of the damamge, save that i'm semi out of work. whatever. it's a world of shit and dismay. "most men lead lives of quiet desperation." says thoreau. i tend to lean towards that belief, almost religiously.
that being said, i'm okay. the daily grind continues, like it did yesterday, and like it will tomorrow.
thanks to all those concerned about my well being, and the possibility of fleeing said disaster area.
i'm here, for better or worse.
yeah, that's real, and it's in the backyard. it's gonna rain again tonight. all night.
also, there's supposed to be another one of these coming through again tonight too...
it will be preceded by something not entirely unlike this...
fucking sweet.
these would've been almost solely for vinny. if he was still here...
(too few people, appreciate cross genre fuck-mash, and what it means, to live in at least, two worlds at once)
