hiding out loud.

every pipe.
each step.
a flush or a door.

all is audible.

taking refuge in a room, in a home
this, is the safety net of the times.

into it. over it.

I've finally washed my hands and head clean of these songs. They crawled and suffered to get out, but were finally exhaled.

Empty lungs and raw throats, familiar fists and pupils.

The thrill was there, but the skin was empty. The same bones, now drained of adrenaline.

confessions of a surburban terrorist.

wow, it's already june. and to think, this weekend begins my nonstop schedule until august: delaware, toms river, virginia, california, and cape may. i'm beyond excited. this is by far my busiest and what's shaping up to be my best. ever.

my music is shaping up and i'm very happy about it all, for once. my acoustic album, which started out as 5 songs, is now at 12 and i'm almost done. and very excited. other than that, hiding out loud is brewing behind the scenes and shit will rock, in time. it'll be worth the work and wait, for everyone i'm sure.

oh yeah, don't buy bp.