SO, if yer in the area..NYC or JERSEY or whatnot..COME CHECK OUT the bar I manage. yea.. Please come out and support us and your fellow musicians. And keep in mind the bar is open at 5 pm Monday through… Continue Reading →
i never quite try to do fun makeup too often…so here it is..a documentation of my pre naked dead girl photo shoot…I’ll hook the prints and more writing up latah.. rock
so my shit sucked. but when does new year’s not suck the fun out of living another year…kind of like valentine’s day..a holiday made to make the masses feel good because our love is real enough to be celebrated with… Continue Reading →
and stuff more things later crackwhores….
for two noteworthy events maybe not two. but one. broken into two outside of the normal. I get to sing Thursday, too. And I have been thinking more about people’s obsessions in being defined by “who you know”. like I… Continue Reading →
home improvement to clean up, to organize, to something ize my life. sean “the tool man Taylor” has helped me change the door hinges today. we have accomplished much. in fact, I have felt a severe need, desire to really… Continue Reading →
I decided my presumption that crazy motherfuckers get more love, and the right kind, too isn’t too good to be true. I have decided to play someone that I am not. Crazy jealous bonkers nutball fuckin zoink brain that won’t… Continue Reading →
head pinched inched slightly towards sliced clean, knives through limes I smell on my fingers mixed with the cigarettes and angel sometime I feel like I am falling torn leaves and autumn like I always loved the icicle trees they… Continue Reading →
there is something kind of comforting, breathable, about the smell of winter clothing, wrapped up in boxes for some other people. today i broke free, but in ways I can’t explain. Sometimes I am slow. Most of the time I… Continue Reading →
questionable minds. writhing in gutters. bring these bring them this that there they stand mirrored in the background can you, my love, see the difference between? I stand forgotten forgetting there is a certain something somewhere someone left me this… Continue Reading →
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