Okay. I’ll be your boyfriend.
The red in the mountains really brought the pink glowing halo out in your hair.
Just like I’ve been waterlogged in man made lake, I’ve felt this phantom wiggling since I’ve been awake.
You all make me uncomfortable. I’m moving to Pittsburgh for a while.
Edit: Somethings are best left in your head. A few of those things should be forced into your stomach to see how they sit. Most of those things should just be shit out and never left back in again.
We all have a lot of things that are hard to get rid of. I think that’s probably good sometimes. But the things that just will not leave should not be feared and they certainly should not be nurtured. You gotta acknowledge it, learn from it, and let it die on it’s own. It’ll dry up eventually.
I’ve run my course in Roaring Spring. I’ve run my course with certain friends. It’s whatever. Everyone is happy and everyone is good. Every step I’ve tried to take in the past 5 years has been about forgetting. Getting over this, getting over that. I see now that’s not how it works.
If you only rely on momentum from the past you’ll never completely make it up the next hill. You’ll just coast back and end up at the bottom again. So I’m putting my foot down and I’m giving a couple good kicks.
Pretty Cool. Pretty Chill.
I’ve gotta take a break from the internet. I can’t take it anymore. I don’t know if the worlds just that small or if there’s an evil afoot, either way fuck it. In a couple days I’m going to delete or hide any kind of account I have for a while. Until I feel better about things. So take a good look while you still can.
(Although I might keep my instragram incase I see a cool frog or something.)
Rozwell Kid & Sleeping Bag this Saturday!
Kid Kawaii’s first show. Dumb Yrs is going to play. The Gaffer Project.
See you there.
The little dreams are the big ones now. I don’t see anymore visions of the “weavers” of the universe or big black storms. Most of the time I’m just sitting in a pizza shop. Waiting for some friends that will never show up. It’s still lonely, but it’s cool. That big blackness isn’t sneaking up behind me anymore. I finally got a good look at it. The faces it has are hard to look at. I’ve seen them. I’ve dealt with it. It wasn’t a big deal. It was hardly scary at all. Not much past it. It just wasn’t even that big of a deal.