you said you were very into me
So I said "So long, loneliness," to Spring Hall Convert
and squirted fat tears
That limber man you met sang to my kicking legs
And hand waggling for help,
"Raaaadiaaaation"
Oh, you look so dismayed on the stairway to the green hall
I close my eyes as a gift
Because I remember that face

listening to GSYBE!

listening to Chopin and deerhunter

my ears bleed ease with sounds of flash

and it makes life for some easier


but for me it brings a feeling of death and uncertain

listening to waves of sound from the genius that

climbs the stairway to utter madness and taste

music builds through the bones and vomits out the mouth

**** beautiful watching the flowers grow


with the sun glaring in my eyes

with people talking without a word to say

I sit on the school bench and close my eyes

hearing peace and *** and noise and obstruction

music will always play on with the people

mainstream eats the dirt of music and enjoys it

music lives

music kills the young

Cover Me (Slowly) + Agoraphobia by Deerhunter.

  I think we started to get the better of ourselves around midnight. At which point we'd been driving for the better part of the night, three hours? Something like that. Between the five of us, there were two couples, and Michael, that poor, third, or in this case, fifth wheeling *******. He was fortunate enough to be under the influence with the rest of us, barring Evan, our resident designated driver. As far as drugs went Evan held himself on our level, he was cool with whatever we were doing, but it wasn't his bag. He only really ever mentioned in passing why, but it had a lot to do with his mom, being how he was raised and all.

So like I was saying,  Kate, per usual, was sitting beside Evan in the front of his wearing, rusty green dodge pickup. Kate made a point to keep herself warm on our late night excursions, as far as I could tell, she was perpetually cold. For the eight -hundred he paid for it he probably got about two-grand worth of use out of it, he's had it for four, or I should now say five years now. Evan got the trunk on Kate's 16th Birthday, though, at that time they weren't together. Tonight is Kate's twenty-first birthday. Michael laid across the back bench seating of the truck, low enough that there was no way to tell anyone was back there unless you were looking right down from beside the window. He couldn't stand the seatbelt receptors jabbing into his back but Evan made more of a fuss if he stuffed them into the seat, so he put up with it, counting the rips and stitches in roofs material.