twenty four years
and i never thought it would happen so soon
that i would need a drink just for something to feel
straight, no chaser
human condition, not tradition
i decided not to learn today. i'll blame it on a bad battery and the arbitrary dependency for a car.
too sick to ride the miyata. and the heat is never turning on.

we're still young. hiding behind scarred up skin and a growing gut. repent! in this sacred house where holy water flows for two dollars a bottle and all my friends are feeding. i have a friend whos shoes are the center of his own attention and a friend who will drink until there's a bathroom mirror bleeding. and they have a friend who wishes death and dreams contained less negativity. or maybe some lsd. i'm not looking to make friends with that girl but right now shes buying me a drink.

Japanther show

still cant believe i got to play with them
this was an amazing show, every band made me smile
1991 the shreds japanther

timetodie.republicorpse

as her and i fled from the quiet hills of new york
we stopped by philly
to have a look at what my brother
and some friends were up to
so for fun and enjoyment
i made them this video

birdie & russell make me weep
this was a party we had on july 4th
click the youtube link to watch fullscreen/hd
http://www.myspace.com/birdieandhergirlynerves

last day of school

during recess
i would watch from a distance
all the little boys and their
pretty girls kissing
in the bushes.
i would watch because
this is where I pissed
every morning
and at night
i would dream of all the
pretty girls
soaking in my urine.

how to be alone:
never open up to anyone
when speaking to others, look down and talk to the stains on your shoes
bite holes in the sleeves of your favorite shirts
look up words in a dictionary and then use them out of context
argue against your own beliefs
live alone and never sleep at night
tell them anything because they wont understand anyways
learn how to make cats purr

how to die alone:
dont fuck dont drive dont cook dont laugh dont own shoes dont talk dont write dont paint green doors dont play songs dont write on walls dont stare at moles on girls dont share feelings or thoughts on dying children in the wombs of raped women dont explain yourself when they say you are lying dont do anything die alone and learn how to smile

a house full of foreign relations, stirring up a gut full of pig fodder, waiting to empty intestines into the underground shit valves of america.
recession