rexx

due to circumstances out of my control i was unable to see windhand perform last week with molasses barge and destroyer of light. due to circumstances out of karma to burn's control, they were unable to make it to pittsburgh for their show tonight before they head to tour overseas.

my heart aches for metal.

now i sit in my apartment drinking coffee and eating potato chips
and wondering if i'll ever clean the cobwebs from the basement.
i haven't bothered to turn on any lights, yet the curtains are opened, partially,
to let just enough sun filter in dismally through the clouds
there were hints at thunder;
they rolled sadly on, like stones.
and i'm rolling to be stoned
in between the typing out of thoughts.

the flag is in the washer and the witch has once again begun to sing

the mysterious demon of the cracks has been laid to rest by the smashing of my palm and now i look around, secretly hoping for another tiny fear to haunt my brain at every waking moment. or more-so, the moments i am trying not to be awake

sleep is rare and i feel that somehow i have risen above the need for it

despite always being awake i cannot quite seem to get there
slumber has become but a confine
in which dreams remind me of what i can no longer touch
with my hands and with my mind


i sit and wait for the rain to return

i hope it does.

i always welcome a dark day off,
one where the birds continue to chirp.
cheerfully morose.

music, books, lynch films

avoiding humanity

missing little pieces of
(what so rapidly has become)
a past life,
floating in beams of sun.
and warm flesh
that smelled like home

and not minding those slight forebodings of our decay

"we have everything and we have nothing"

who ever thought that the sudden burning out of a lightbulb could induce such sadness in a human?

a sadness that makes you want to let the faucet drip forever
watching each droplet cling and then fall,
hoping for just one more.
and then hoping it again.


then remembering all that was wrong.
and then the indescribable something that existed despite all that was wrong
and then wondering was that perhaps the one and only thing that mattered

the gamble has been made and i do not know if i have it in me to make another.
i do not know if i have it in me to not make another.

all at once there was a newfound happiness and a newfound sadness.

so...what?

anyhow,

the collaboration known as palms featuring chino and most of isis is now available to be streamed here

deftones and isis. two of my favorite bands. very happy to finally hear this project!

things have been fun. lots of work but my work is also very playful and therefore i do not mind.


i guess i'm at that age when everyone starts getting married one after the other
i will bestow upon you a photo from a wedding i recently went to with some friends
this is one of the few times you will see me dressed up. so, behold:







otherwise its been lots of steaks, late night hangs, roller coasters. outdoor wanderings. talk of life and possible adventure to come. things of that nature.

finally got a grill at my new place and can't wait to get some charcoal and fire that baby up!


it is now that time that i must leave you, friends.
whether you are waking up or just plain awake
just smell the fucking bacon.

till text time, baby...

<3 Rexx