syd67

"I'm walking out in a force ten gale
Birds thrown around, bullets for hail
The roof is pulling off by its fingernails
Your voice is rappin' on my window sill"

-ty-

testing...testing...is this thing workin'?

soak it down
or smoke it out
if you're kickin'
anyway

inspiration
slow death
to duality
nuclear at
satellit-ic

efficiently
jammed-up
broken
hollowed

misery loathes company
but not as much
when you're around

...however, I did kick it pretty hard to some dancehall this weekend. and not that lame, '90s, So Cal ska either!!

bored shitless today...

"We've got heads on sticks...you've got ventriloquists..." ty

three days on, fours days off...now this is a work schedule I could get used to. it won't last though. stephen malkmus and the jicks are playing Chicago next week. I think I might head down that way and check it out. only about a 4 1/2 hr. drive and I have a place to crash. not too many other shows coming up though. last...
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I need to go back to sleep.

Wake me up next week.

This weekend, I will completely disassemble myself only to reconstruct myself again.

I have to work until 3:30 AM and come back in at 8:00 AM. Figure driving time, shower, and food in there. Where do I get any sleep? Why do I put up with this shit? Oh yeah, the money. But is seems that's not really worth it anymore. At least I get an extra day off next week. It's only 9:00 PM and I'm...
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gaze through
the cloudy gloss
covering my sight
rusted jackhammer
bluntly piercing
the canals
of my hearing
the demons
and coughing
that choke me
from breathing
hollow it up
like medicine head
lay me down heavy
as if I were dead

it's so damn windy out today. lost a freakin' dollar at the tollbooth. it was the lady's fault though...bitch. oh well. thought I was gonna have Fri. off from work, but they guilted me into coming in. I need another vacation. right now, I just wanna play my guitar and get some sleep.