February 2012
48 posts
“Above all do not give yourself airs. Breaking the moment of past habits is the...”
– Jeff Buckley (via jeffbuckleyforever)
Would I be considered narcissistic if I: Listened to my own song like six times just now. It’s a crappy web cam recording but I’m so proud of it, it’s raw and rawking.
Note to future self:
ultimatefreedom:
It’s inevitable that you will get bored and want to cut your hair next winter. You’ll want to have bangs. Like every other year. Notice the trend, future self. Don’t do it.
I tried to send this notice to yourself a year from now with this website called futureme.com and then it asked me to verify it but I obviously cannot sign into your email. SO IF YA WANT TO BE...
Skippers erect a mast,
on Mauna Kea,
and expect to sail us all,
—-
The dictator dabbed their pen,
on every sheet of,
every dictionary,
—-
Each letter-form an abstract piece,
expressionism framed,
in our collective frame,
we’ve read into them so far,
that we hardly ever read them,
just for what they are
—-
Syntax is a dislocated wrist,
it’s focal point...
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Half way finished recording ‘Connie No Eyebrows.’ Been sittin’ with this song for a couple years now, it was my ‘Shit everyone my age moved out of Burlington but I’m still here,” anthem- now it’s…well it’s still kind of about post-high-school angst.
Ps,
Finally used my Cry baby Wah-Wah pedal in a song,
and it didn’t sound sexual,
but...
There’s always a place at which to start and not again; just to start. Always a place to end and not again; just to end. All you’ve ever done, complete within an ongoing procession or a mission statement evolving every moment.
J. Tillman (drummer) left Fleet Foxes, Robin posts obvious break-up song, this is a sad time for the fox…
“Lois: So, Jesus, which religion should we choose?
Jesus: Ah, six of one,...”
– Family Guy: Family Goy (2009)
Diggin’ the kind words from all the bros at Homegrown tonight, MUCHOS GRACIAS. I totally shredded…
Adulserrated
heaving rocks onto balconies,
a window sometimes visited by a child’s face,
the last time a silhouette appeared,
an arm brandishing a handgun,
it could have shot water, nerf pellets,
or live ammunition,
we were puppeteers,
each stone tied to corresponding strings,
the white noise of rock barrage,
let the tone deaf sing,
—-
and he sang with a gun in hand,
his gun sang out...
2 minutes after waking up (recollection of a...
dreaming in an under world,
with monogram pencils,
one with a name that read, ‘Shlong.’
It sat in a row behind someones boyfriend,
I couldn’t stop howling about how funny that name was to me,
I didn’t want to stay but was terrified to leave.
People would speak about waking up like we speak about death.
There were gaurds everywhere and if they took you in...
“RIP Chris Reimer (Women/The Dodos.) We are all in shock.
Everything I write...”
– Still so saddened by this news, probably because when I saw them in October I was standing right in front of Chris, right by the stage and naturally my eyes landed on him playing a lot of time. It’s weird that even though someone is basically a stranger, seeing them not long before they pass...
Eh new follower by the URL of Eisforeffort, diggin’ the skate photos. E is also for…http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-TStLN2oMg
(ends up watching Gordon Ramsay in India)
Netflix has a poop-ton of George Carlin HBO specials. HECK YES!
Clean Slate
We’ve been intrigued by conclusions, we’ve entered relationships thinking to ourselves, “I wonder when this will all come to an end?” We seldom (leaning towards never) think, “I wonder when this will begin? Has this already begun?
Or is this just a continuation of former relationships, prior experiences?”
We enter conversations with irrelevant baggage, pulling...
ultimatefreedom asked: Who are you and why are you following me.
We’re not going to run out,
of fossil fuel,
we’re going to be the-
—
fossil fuel for flexing muscles,
dead air in open caskets,
a lego set of limbs,
fore-shortened fingers point between,
—
and inevitably cross,
spectators pupils,
“Are we going to be the-
—
fossil fuel for flexing muscles?
A new display at the ROM?”
the depletion of one...
theelwins:
Go listen to our album, “And I Thank You” at Exclaim.ca, why don’t you?
http://exclaim.ca/MusicVideo/ClickHear/elwins-i_thank_you_album_stream
“Your music is enchanting”
– Person whose apartment I was playing at last night. One of the best compliments…really just like that word ‘enchanting.’
“An artist is not paid for his labor but for his vision.”
– James Abbot McNeill Whistler (via etceterablog)
Don’t push the lawn-mower ahead too fast,
your fervor is admirable;
obliviousness detrimental.
Mow a lawn that way and there’ll be no lawn left!
“There’s a dumpster of edibles out back,
but it’s best not to eat where you shit,”
while you shit on potential future shit producing produce.
Waste words for reader-less writings,
and hardly ever read it all...
“A young man wrote to Mozart and said, “Herr Mozart, I am thinking of writing...”
– Malkavian Quotes (via roelofbotha)
Often I try to put in words what I learned and...
The teachers were coaches,
the assignments were field goals,
the lessons were playbooks,
we played against the opponent,
and the opponent was ourselves.
It was exactly like the ‘real world,’
filled with propaganda,
like, “high grades lead to a high salary,”
and, “fruit loops are part of a balanced breakfast.”
You’d think that in a school of all...
Woah! My So Called Life has a Dead Poets Society-esque episode…when television glorifies high school it nearly tricks me into creating some sort of fantasy ‘back in high school,’ days that never happened and besides the dust is still clearing from all of that damn school, AND I FAKED SICK!…ALOT!
I wouldn’t know I’d found love,
if it was Oakville Centennial Pool,
and I was swan diving into the chlorine,
chemical brine, burns an aura over sight
are you a girl or a fogged out florescent light?
—-
‘cause I’m a batting cage
posted in the path of flooded creek bed,
breathing the stream,
in through my diamond shaped gills
—-
So many chips on my...
My speech especially in text format came on choppy today methinks and yet I can’t stop type type typin’ away on here. Thoughts just keep swirling in and out of the orbit of my mind from one examination to the other only to make their way to the same seat. Maybe it’s an excuse to avoid sleep, to avoid something I’m not seeing…that I should be sleeping! Gah…made...
Do nothing and realize that our idea of doing ‘something’ was always closer to nothing then we care to admit. Death is the ultimate prize, the ultimate freedom; that is to say the death of a thing. We carry a heavy briefcase on our necks filled with important documents that we don’t want to lose, but if you can unlock the briefcase you’ll find it to be empty. You never...
Ambition is a uniform wearing stickler,
who chases joy by means of strict boredom ensuing measures.
And I just want to play Sonic the Hedgehog…
Everything was wonderfurrrr,
and we all puked out hairballs
Currently cuddling with Germane the cat…screw going out and playing music tonight, this is too Wonderfuuuurrrrr
“If you realize that all things change
there is nothing you will try to hold on...”
– Tao Te Ching
theelwins:
THAT FEEL WHEN YOU HAVE SO MUCH NEW MUSIC TO LISTEN TO
