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.

favorite-sounding albums.

distinct tones, flowing with organic sounds

Polar Bear Club, Sometimes Things Just Disappear

Lawrence Arms, The Greatest Story Ever Told

Saves the Day, Stay What You Are

Portugal. The Man, Censored Colors

RX Bandits, ...And the Battle Begun

how the other half lives.

With all these diamonds
come mounds of coal.

this is desperation at your doorstep.

For every man,
a restless dusk.

And as for each bone,
a ruin until dawn.

we are desperation at your doorstep.

. . . of a new summertime.

it's not about the comments.
or for that matter, the hair-flips.

advertise for friendship. commodify "the companion." the sidekick, if you will.

the back porch podcast for the late-night smart ass.
the shins are so comforting. so inviting, I guess.

failure > not trying.

I want new asphalt,
bloody fingers with calloused tips.
interstate highways and cheap food.
unfamiliar faces with something in common.

The sinking pit-in-my-stomach feeling has subsided and deflated and I'm feeling alright. A few more pieces must be put into place before we set fourth and charge into battle, but tomorrow holds promise. We're not blind, you know. It's been a while since I've felt so ready. This is it. "Get off your ass and do this. Try, at the very least." This was never about winning nor was it about giving up. Time won't wait...but that's okay because I won't either. I won't wait until it is far too late.

raise the youth.

the earth is glowing today.
the swings are back in swing.

this postcard landscape.
a film-set neighborhood.

perfect lawns.

drugged up sons,

moms.

a ribbon on each mailbox.
a hole in every heart.