City of Caterpillar // Fucking Hero
we all know that winter
stumble slipping to slumber
and i’ve torn out my final pages so those words i’ll never have to hear
Joshua Fit For Battle // Sleepwalker’s Guide
i am tired of screaming over your higher than thou attitude
Moss Icon // Memorial
oh, six feet to be under you really did carry my weight
the earth, i confess, is not made to our unhappy state
I’M AMEOWT TO!
After a long day of working on the new warehouse space, I’m in need of that good old Californian medicine…solo pizza party, cats and movies.
Dying slowly and alone from paint fumes and lead inhalation, but at least I’ve got shredibility and a dream. Ciao-abunga, world.
have your church
have your steeple
but inside, there will be no people
(Source: Flickr / antiquelighting)
How I’ve started my day.
If thrashing is at all productive, then consider today handled.
Scholastic Deth // Coffee Cures Everything
waking up at 7
first cup of the day
like sipping on heaven
as a few chapters are read
two or three will go down
now I’m ready to skate some ledges downtown
FUGAZI - WAITING ROOM
live recording from sept 3rd, 1987: the first ever fugazi show
the public debut of this song is undoubtely one of the most important moments in music history. this version has joe on backing vocals (guy picciotto was in the audience but not yet the band) and is played at a significantly slower tempo
Tonight made this week worth it and was spent as my friend Andrea’s date to epic vegan soul food and the Can-Cannibals Punk Rock Cabaret show.
This included me wrestling a random mohawked grrrl from the crowd in a kiddie pool of questionable Kool-Aid and rose pedals to NWA’s Fuck The Police while wearing just an ancient Man Is The Bastard shirt, stockings and ruffly booty shorts. And winning.
Then taking money from the hula-hooping douchebag MC that placed a bet on my opponent. And turning down an impressed ex to go home alone.
THE WORLD IS MINE.
And yes, I really do exist.