rexx

hi, love burgers

how are you, tonight?

a little over a week ago i went to brooklyn, new york, for the smelliest and perhaps greatest show i have ever been to:



EYEHATEGOD WAS FUCKING SICK.
the opening bands all kicked ass as well (the communion, clean teeth, magrudergrind)

an all inclusive little vacation because i got to hang out with my best pal, zepp101
always the best of times.
there is no one i can crush beers and conversate with like the zepp.

in fact, i rarely conversate with anyone.
i might even go so far as to say that i am a terrible conversationist most of the time.

if words exchanged do not come freely and naturally
i prefer silence.
i despise those who feel the need to constantly be verbalizing.
shut the fuck up. meaningless conversation is also pointless.
put a sock in it. stop talking. stop breathing. do whatever it takes.


occasionally i'll exchange a mere glance with a stranger and it means more to me than hours of babbling with long-time acquaintances late nights in a bar.

soul-lingerers.

i believe in tiny, fleeting loves.
that mean nothing at all, or perhaps they mean everything.

not in a romantic sense, really. just a sort of understanding between humans that is rare to find. at least for me. i can recall several people over the course of my life who i have looked in the eye in passing and experienced a closeness that i cannot explain. spectral meetings upon an unlikely strand in the web. brief talks with strangers about entropy and multifaceted moon reflections...

what am i talking about again?

oh yes.

there is an old proverb that states:
a true friend will enlighten you as to the greatness of adidas pants.


don't question me.


before that i was home in virginia for thanksgiving.
i have been so overwhelmed with work and school for the past few months,
enjoying hardly any of either.
its been hard to get a grip on much of anything.
blech
either way,

i enjoyed a morning's coffee for the first true time since the summer

the most simple moment can become everything you needed
no matter how much time has passed.











when i was home i was lucky enough that exhumed, municipal waste, and fucking napalm death were playing in richmond while i was there!!! a rexxy could not have asked for a nicer surprise!! \m/

i have been re-reading the poetics of space, by gaston bachelard.
it is so lovely.
i have so many books to be read soon. and more on the way.
one must be properly suited up for the ultimate hibernation, after all.



shotgun shot a new set of me.
along with sea hag, by LizardAM
i think it could be my favorite ever,
a true capturing of my mind and form.
i couldn't be happier with either.
since my first set in 2008, none of my submissions have been picked up.
i'm not discouraged, as i love each and every one dearly and had the best of times shooting them and meeting wonderful people..
so yet again, i really hope this one suits all of your fancies. and perhaps makes it all the way.


the queue is backed up all the way into march for member review,
so it will be quite some time until you can see it,
but it looks a little something like this





i don't have much else to say at all, forgive me



goodnight, world.





talk to you soon, baby

<3 Rexx