Sound that Swims Through Your Veins and Love

MUSIC, MAN. 

So, there is phenomenal, novelty music coming to a car, ipod, and (hopefully) concert speaker near you. 

1. First of all, Weekend of the Vampires. And I'm not fucking talking about that New Moon bullshit. I am speaking of the elastic, spiraling sound that comes from The Ezra Koenig and Co. I have only listened to "Cousins" and "Horchata" from their much-anticipated sophomore album "Contra," however, they're fucking ace. And the music video for "Cousins"- shitfuck. 

2. Next-> Mister Jack White. Hello. Hello. Helllllllllllo. I've missed you. Don't know much about this except that they will be recording new shit at the end of 2009 and a hopelessly-needed new album should be the product of White's delicious fruit. 

3. Marina and the Diamonds- Brilliant. Lyrics like, "Ten silver spoons coming after me, one life with one dream on repeat." Even shooting up a Star Wars' adage into the pulsing, ignorant vein of pure, harmonic bliss "Do or do not, there is no try." YESS. The result? Tori Amos? Nah. Regina Spektor? No. The Wales native is not naiive to the note-bursting, key-topping music of those populars mentioned above. Nothing like it. What's it like? It's chaos, it's watermelons- IT'S EVERYTHING. 

Recommended: +I'm not a Robot

     +Mowgli's Road

     +Obsessions

"It strolls our veins so effortless, and keeps us entertained and interested."   -   Living

And I Can't Lift You Up cause my mind is tired

A smog

of sawdust and cigarette smoke penetrates my nose.

 Groaning stairs beneath my feet voice

 my concerns.

 A tired

hall welcomes me

with the illumination of lights and faces.

Beneath the enlightenment lies a constellation

 of humanity: wishing

 to find themselves through the bar and the dancing.

The generated air is stale,

 and dying

to be let out.

It’s trapped, as desperate as young children

who yearn to be older.

Its quiet companion,

 the walls, don’t give away any of the stories they’ve witnessed and

cradled these many years.

Tornadoes of nostalgia,

people old and young are creeping on the past.

Every muscle, every bone, is moved

by love.

Leaping and diving with every fiber

of their beings,

bodies sing and swoon with

the fullness of tomorrow.

Duke Ellington,

maharishi,

begs us to stay just a little longer.

I'm Glad I'm Not Gonna Be That Kid

Did you just insult me with Patrick Park lyrics ?

Is It Ever Easy?

Bits from the work. 

It brought her back to that swirling, cathartic time she spent the night in the tent in Leigh’s backyard. It was raving, spitting rain that took its last wind of ravage on the little tent that could. All seven goons had left except for her and her quite possibly narcoleptic friend, Clare.  The tent had all but completely collapsed; the roof balancing on an invisible tightrope an inch above her face. And with Clare swooning in her dormant unconscious, she felt completely alone. It was swollen heat, selfishly adapting to every nook and cranny of her personal space in the tent. At any given moment, the storm fighting and letting down on the tent’s emaciated coat above her, she felt like she could die. It was so awkward, yet realistic: it was the one sincere moment in her life she could keep, think back on, and remember as a time she had survived within her thoughts. 

Wait. They Don't Love You Like I Love You.

I don't know what I want to do with my life, but I know what I like to do. And somehow I need to translate that into a concrete career 

Peace(bone) with You

To-DO List:

1. Do good. 

2. Go into the wild. 

3. Make a birth certificate for Lil' Heaven. 

4. Walk on sunshine.

5. Make other people feel important.

6. Get a short story published.
7. Learn how to play Beirut, Animal Collective, and Neutral Milk Hotel on guitar and make some covers. 

8. Get my shit together for speech.

9. Develop the Jamal language.

10. Rock and roll. 

This Year's Love

There's one thing I'd like to say, so I'll be brave:

You were what I wanted, I gave what I gave.

I'm not sorry I met you,

I'm not sorry it's over,

I'm not sorry there's nothing to say.

I'm not sorry there's nothing to say.