December 2003
crime scene: in B minor.
when you’re left with only a bullet, i’ll bring the trigger and the promise to pull it. the 11pm service on christmas eve was a first. i put aside my reservations against organized religion and went to hear my father and grandmother sing in the choir. not to mention see old faces. i also realized i’m pretty scared of losing something or someone i love. i don’t think...
Dec 26th
we were born for battle.
okay. so. erik wrote this new song for stafford’s upcoming acoustic ep. not to be confused with the soon-to-be-released ep “the view from this bridge.” back to the point, i fucking love it. i don’t know if it’s the final lyrics or not. or if there is even music written yet. regardless, i can relate. and that’s all that counts. paper arms lately...
Dec 23rd
any notion of self-government was left bleeding on...
so. christmas. three days. # of people i’ve bought presents for? still 1. and she’s gotten half of them already. lucky duck. if i can’t get my hairs cut today or tomorrow, it just might be a no go for a while. can we say ‘shag?’ i think we can. my room is a fucking mess. sort of like my head. we had a family picture taken today at stop & shop. fucking...
Dec 22nd
piranhas are very tricky species.
moving home during college breaks is very cleansing. i suddenly have a new group of friends. i have new priorities. new “to-do’s.” new places to hang out. new things to waste my time with. home is sort of like the toy you played with a lot when you were a small child; and wouldn’t touch it for the longest time only to gloriously “re-discover” it at a later...
Dec 19th
you're pretty sick when...
your burps taste like bile.
Dec 15th
preface to a 20-volume suicide note.
i just drank my first-ever glass of louis roederer cristal champagne. out of a red solo cup. how fitting. i’m looking forward to this break. that’s all i could tell you though. lots of driving the next few days. lots of ‘goodbyes’ and ‘hellos.’ expectations: manhattan. toronto? lots of pictures. shows. collaborations. compromises. friends. ...
Dec 14th
enemies move in predictable patterns.
this is just the in between the point where worries can shatter dreams this is that look like i’m going to throw it all away this is infatuation’s best kept secret and those are the hovering eyes that glide and glare so not another word of this conscious bending conversation i’ll find it before i revolve around the tips of their tongues -hopesfall ...
Dec 2nd