get excited, it will be exciting.

its cold,
i like it
listening to songs with bad melodies
and dry words

my head still hurts from earlier, but whatever.

got the jacks in the wall it came out well and is silent.

do you?



phew. i was sweating it.

crinkles recording went well last weekend. this weekends marathon is darker hues. starting tomorrow nite, going through sunday.

Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know

eardrums listed her life of crime as a recommended album of the week here. That was nice of them.

im glad that no one replied to my last post. it gives me a tiny amount of faith in the world.

eyes wide open on the coast of maine red signs outside which I contain some sensuality that I can't explain transparent radiation

i dont know why i am still up
but this isnt saying much for my tomorrow.
you should probably avoid me.

walked in the rain
listened to spacemen3

i think this bet has become a race to lose
i think the competition will lose friday
i was told if i wanted to lose i would need to make it known
that no reasonable offer would be refused
that sounds awfully slutty
but if you are dressed as a cowgirl and are able to find me on friday
your offer will not be refused
although it might be a little awkward because a bunch of dudes will be watching
and you will be a cowgirl standing on a rubber roof

also, please post a comment if you have ever made out with someone because of a blog post, or have been made out with because of something you posted in your blog.

if you are a girl and you make out with a dude because of something he posted in his blog you need to comment. you are going to give many many sad pathetic guys a glimmer of hope and I think thats the least you can do for them. you can post anonymously. that's ok.

this is serious.

it's a chemical embrace that kicks you in the head to a pure synthetic sympathy that infuriates you totally

this stuff and their
pictures pretty faces
and stories

i dont know when i grew up
or became some sort of observer
that isn't seeing

sometimes destruction is a good thing.
it ends one cycle so a new one can begin.

im going to keep making things for you until you like one of them.
tough luck.

notch, fletching and broadhead

i am not a good communicator sometimes
sorry about that, i try.

shits real.

i sat in a tree
that was part of a clump
that lived in a field.
late october.
5 until after dark.
waiting
cold
layers of clothes washed in anti reflecting UV fluid
an apple tree less than 30 yards away
waiting
nose running
cold
back against the tree
platform barely big enough for both feet
12 feet up
bow across my lap
enough branches cleared
so i could draw the bow without making noise
sun setting
waiting
breath watching
listening
shhhhhhivering
white nylon rope painted black
to let the bow out of the tree after dark
falling on a broadhead is bad.
tiny slippery metal steps screwed into the tree
darkness
silence
anticipating being able to move
a doe walks around the edge of the field
a few leisurely steps
heading no where
a few minutes later wanders into the woods
cold cold
the focus fades and dark comes fast
ready to leave
climb down
walk to the old truck to meet up with the others.
'you see anything?'
'nope'
'you see anything?'
'nope'
'you?'
'i saw a doe at the edge of the woods'
'probably that same one i saw the other day'
'yup'
attempt to warm hands from truck heater
failed
home to hot chocolate and homework.

my bones wish to escape and run along an alien expanse to collapse from the heat in a cartoonish heap to sleep oh to sleep

just got home ipw's birthday surprise and from cleaning/setting things up at the studio. starting recording on a few songs for crinkles tomorrow. should be fun.

there was a bit of snow this am. that was nice.

i dont know why i am up. but since i am...

you realize that life goes fast it's hard to make the good things last

apparently, punk is dead, but it came to life again, and is eating the brains of your children


tricycle, no handlebars
laser, no gun

had a loud death practice. bobby played drums. seriously. i think i lost more hearing.

so. this weekend. scary movies @ BD's, practice, zombie walk, art opening, marie and brett, live free or die harder, hannah walls 1/2 celebration, breakfast at AE's, played music for 9 + hours, and walked a lot.

this week starts busy fall. lets make plans now.

music for your head, love is for your pain, drugs for when you're lonely

i met a guy
here from texas
wanted to see his first fall
he just got a new girlfriend
decided he was going country all the time
'back to his roots'
he liked brett and marie.
he found some cowboy boots at old gold
said they were 'square toed and cheap'
he also found a pair for his new girl
same size as his
'she is tall, real tall'
but thought it was too soon to buy her boots
wants to wait and see
'maybe next month'

-
its kind of cold
my fingers are still sore
it feels refreshing
but maybe i'll need a jacket or gloves
later
saw lots of people
did lots of things
-

he sits with him arms spread thinks,
'this is a great thing. life is finally good'
its like the windows are open, the screens are gone, and the wasps just wont come in
in his world
and still
he's just got got lots of time

shadows blue and red your alarm bells your alarm bells they should be ringing they should be ringing

its cold outside
i like it

it gave me a headache
i took it

sounds good, he sounds alright on the first day he swears the secrets in the sacrifice

songs:illinois posted a nice write up about the digital re-release of her life of crime here. thanks songs:illinois!

---

1. blowing wheat
2. back porches
3. wind wind wind
4. blue cloud skies
5. trees surrounding the house
6. old pick up trucks on dusty roads
7. a single string of power lines
8. 1 neighbor, miles away, their boy, still in the driveway
9. a little tractor, a giant field
10. you

i am forming a collection
of things that piss me off
its getting to be large
im sure yours is too.

dont join a facebook group or watch sarcastic tv
dont forward emails or sign a web list
it doesnt help
be active in a way that involves getting off your ass

and i dont mean for just this election, or this financial situation

i mean for your life

thanks.

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out when a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight

isaac and jessie had a contest to see who could eat more mirabelles cupcakes. rules are 1 bite per cupcake. jessie ate 3 isaac ate 5.


... remanded to the prison from whence he came and put into a low dark chamber, and there be laid on his back on the bare floor, naked, unless when decency forbids; that there be placed upon his body as great a weight as he could bear, and more, that he hath no sustenance, save only on the first day, three morsels of the worst bread, and the second day three droughts of standing water, that should be alternately his daily diet till he died, or, till he answered.


envy, love yourself. ok. thank you junction box.


where we belong.


minutes before a dark dark hike down the mountain. flashlights are for pansies who dont know how to sense the trail by the sounds of the leaves they walk on.


stability + structure


the geese were silent, the seagulls weren't flying, the grey clouds pressed against the mustard wall and the waves were frozen solid.

The clanking of crystal explosions off in the distance

went to see the new year tonite. it was amazing. so good and fun. it was like 1998 in there. and you all know how i love the 90's. PLUS they were selling large tour poster by jay ryan and i got one for ELEVEN DOLLARS.

tonite was the best 19 dollars i could have possibly spent.

full at midnite
food and the moon
trees make division
and landing on slopes away
stretch stretch
to get the most

i am collecting things
i am not allowed to write about now.
letting them cure
so i can distort them later.

the world keeps telling me to slow down and relax
right when i thought i was done a break and ready to get going again.
fuck you world.

I wasn't born so much as I fell out Nobody seemed to notice me We had a hedge back home in the suburbs Over which I never could see

1.thursday
a.lets whisper

2.friday:
a.drive to georgetown, ma
b.house tour
c.drive to salem, ma
d.cemetary
e.haunted house in a wax museum
f.aura photographs
g.dinner
h.chicken bone reading
i.witch stuff
j.drive home

3.saturday
a.bryans memorial
b.intervale walk
c.hike up mt. mansfield
d.sunset from the mountain
e.hike down the mountain in the dark with no flashlight
f.tiny thai
g.body of lies

4.sunday
a.walk
b.ran into people
c.hot apple cider
d.fixed a guitar
e.rough francis practice
f.kens
g.walk home

tons of pics. too tired to convert and post.

i hope you had a good weekend.

i am tired. nite. shhhhh.

MFDOJ on Powerpopulist

Powerpopulist posted some songs and said some very nice things about No Order here. I like the blog and they post some great stuff over there. Go read and discover some new music you don't even know that you love yet.

Thanks Powerpopulist!

complete with spa treatments, banquets and golf outings

cold and uncovered
because its refreshing
and i think about slipping
my feet (back and forth)
on the ice while sitting
and silvertone guitars.
a breath you can see
messed up hair and
bubble gummed lips

ive decided you dont call because you arent good at talking and would rather write me letters but dont have my address let me give you my address.

seriously. i will be your pen pal.

i really dont like listening to people read poetry much still. i tried again today. i dont mind listening to people explain their poems. i think its because i miss using my eyes to interpret things.

i walked to winooski and saw lets whisper, paralax & doppler and baby shivers boutique tonite.

the execs from steven hazen williams inc. are going on a retreat tomorrow to celebrate an expected misuse of his money. the execs may just decide to not come back. i may need to sleep on your couch at some point or use your shower.

good nite.

I'm having trouble making sentences, I'm older but I don't feel any smarter

i have been listening to alkaline trio a lot. I listened to 3 records today. i think the older the record the more mentions of suicide and blood there are. i like the suicide and blood references.

i have a feeling i have been boring lately.

i thought maybe i could write something worth reading today. but apparently not. oh well.

you should just keep writing things that are worth reading. and i will pay attention to you being interesting for a while.

goodbye economy. hello itunes and trade.

Thanks to our great friends at Skipping Stones Records, Songs For Darla The Fake Girl is now on Itunes and emusic. Feel free to download the record some jerk probably stole out of your car 2 years ago when you accidentally left it unlocked.

I also noticed its on Amazon in CD form used for $39.99. That might be a bit pricey. Buy it from me instead. They might be ripping you off.

I haven't really had much of a mind for poetry. I think it started when I got tied up in watching the market crash and listening to politics. I even considered posting an economic entry entitled 'What the economy crash means to the indie artist'. 90% of the post was in my head and then I decided 'fuck that' and buried the idea.

I support trade. email me. 440a440@gmail.com. Tell me what you want. We will trade the shit we make and consume without using money.

Too Much Rock!

Count Me In, I'm Good To Go was played on Too Much Rock's Podcast. Click here to download the podcast. Or you can go to the website to rss feed the podcast. Or, of course, go to itunes and subscribe to the feed.

Here is the description:

Podcast #95 is a TMR podcast through and through. Listen to
new music from TV On The Radio, Hospital Grade, Freshkills,
Okkervil River, Chumbawamba, Parenthetical Girls, & My
First Days On Junk.

Thanks, Too Much Rock!

When hand grenades and napalm flames are leaving you tonight

i like it when people compliment me on lines from fight for your frequency and they are blink 182 lyrics. it makes me laugh for 3 reasons

everything is better at nite. remember? call me tomorrow and we will do something in the dark.

this is safe
and i am not afraid of danger.

i think i am going to walk as far as I can tomorrow and call you for a ride home.

i have a limited love for
the piles of architecture
steepled above the streets

flailing around and falling
through the nite
relying on others
to make the drunken nite move

an exception to roots and dirt

i have the feeling of simpleton
here
its the result
things that grow out of
complication

absolute - on

dig a whole it's all over forget the words and good intentions unless we rise! tear it down. rise!

where's your anger? where's your fucking rage?

couple things:

1. i would like someone to do a study and report back to me. subject: does choice encourage selfishness? i had a long thought process on why it could but i dont want to sway your research so i'm not going to share.

2. i think if mccain/palin win i am going to give up again. i havent given up in almost over a year now. which is probably a record for me.

4. everyday sociology blog had a good article today. normally their sociology articles are too cheesball for me. full of lame clip art and 'geeze i just dont get text messaging' type posts but this one by Bradley Wright was pretty good. I have a thing with emotion rules imposed by society.

5. i was listening to some songs i wrote a long time ago. like this one and reminded me of some other things, which lead to thinking about some other songs i wrote for way back when, etc etc etc and i came to realize that girls dont give a shit when you write them songs. most times they think its creepy when you give them a song you wrote for them. or, maybe they just feel like they should think its awesome, then it happens and its just not as awesome as it should be? i dont know. tell me what you think of that song i wrote you, if i wrote you one... or tell me what you think of a song someone else wrote you. or, you know, dont. it doesn't matter. this was actually an internal thought i dont know why i wrote it down.

6. return of college kids means an increase in these things:

-white chicks in coffee shops talking about what africa is 'really' like
-freshman fros
-empty alcohol bottles alongside the street
-the smell of pot at random places outside
-hippies (any variation)
-longboards
-hippies on long boards
-public arguments
-girls crying talking on cellphones walking hurriedly somewhere


i feel cynical. i am going to blind myself now.

i heard on the radio 'chance of snow in the mountains'

Milk Milk Lemonade reviewed no order here.

i am starting a rumor that the first rough francis show, which is us covering the forthcoming death record, is on december 6th at the monkey.

there is a new thing called htmlgiant which is all about internet lit. i'm pretty sure its the second step in some sort of revolution. you should probably add the site to your e-reader so you can be one of the hip lit kids who was reading it before it got huge.