Total ‘Et tu, Brute?’ moment.
The inexplicable meets the unreasonable, and the collision ignites quite a fire.
Embers, sparks, crackles and pops— I’m left here listening to Alkaline Trio while my body decides whether jet-lag is still a real thing or just an excuse I’ve made up to never go to sleep.
I need a haircut. Seriously.
Sound Check Glasgow - Day 2 UK tour
Apparently I pissed a few people off today— What’s new?
Big Time Rush fans, in NO way did I intend to disrespect the guys. My explanation was rushed (teehee) and worded wrong in the final iteration of the interview.
To clarify, BTR’s reps asked to do a version of No Idea, which we were totally cool with, and that version of the song ended up on their newest record. (They even credited me. Aww.)
When I compared them to The Monkees, I was merely attempting to explain how and why they ended up with an alternate version of our song on their album in the first place— certain aspects of their band are determined by the powers over at Nickelodeon, and their TV show, which the band was formed around, (as was their music, respectively.) That’s just fact. No denying it.
However, what defines a “real band” is subjective, and taken out of context, my comment definitely came off as condescending, which was never my intention.
Those guys are homies, and they’re doing what they do very well— I certainly wasn’t tryna hate.
xo
Word up.
Blurry instore humans
Rick Time Rolled
My toes anchor me to the Indian Ocean, as I kick my head back and quietly scream; The constellations look so different here, but they still know exactly what I mean.
Wishing away so much more than common sense,
a couple cents tossed aside,
didn’t matter — ‘cause I didn’t pick a side,
just left myself,
a coin flip away from the great divide,
a bridge to burn, a rope to hide,
a hill to climb,
just you and I,
We made sense, made dents in time…
Cents and dimes,
nickles and vibes.
The vibes were priceless.
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just one time
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Superheroes Art Print - by Danny Haas
Available at Society6
Spider-Man | Superman | Iron Man | Batman
If I could only see what lies beyond the great horizon, nagging mystery blanketing all things too great for me to understand, spread like sheets over potential, Veritas’ song echoing into the here and now— a dull whisper. I sit, a deity of my own devices, bending all that burns and bubbles within me, straining to process just a single bar of an infinite melody, one perhaps not meant to be heard.
Still, I listen.
There is a legacy in the making, being traced in the sands of time, tripped up and slowed by fleeting wishes that come and go like summer rain, carried on the wings of an undying faith in a promise that there is something on the other side of the horizon worth being found. I am drawn to that unknown like a fish on a line, yet, the hands of fiends lay claim to idle stride— and from the top of every tower, of every wall built to stand in my way, they perch, punching holes in the Earth and filling them with oceans of misguided ambition that I am forced to sail, blindly, on the ebbs and swells of my lost hopes and dreams.
Still, I sail.
Xoxo goodnight
Sail on.
Gentle touch, Delicate breath, Flash of pearl in the darkness of another heavy Wednesday— These lips know how it feels to be given a taste, but denied another; blissful, longing whimsy— A loss for words, A loss of sense, A sense of disregard— Lay awake and wonder how she’s sleeping.
“Baby, don’t yell, You’re tearing a hole right through the walls of everything we used to know, I’m building a place, something amazing, Just for the sake of saving us, From under the sun, Two plastic hearts with nowhere to run, We’re rolling the dice on whatever’s left, ‘cause God only knows that we could use the rest…
Me and you, living under a paper moon, Cause real life just isn’t right; lets fabricate… Me and you, living under a paper moon, This real life just isn’t right let’s get away— let’s fabricate.
Baby, don’t fret, At least we’re alive with just enough breath to truly despise the hills in the carpet, knots in the ties that bind us so tightly to our waking lives, I’ll build up a house, I’ll build up an army Of cellophane soliders— cheap origami, To take back a piece or whatever’s left Of that little box that beats in your chest
Me and you, living under a paper moon, Cause real life just isn’t right; lets fabricate… Me and you, living under a paper moon, This real life just isn’t right let’s get away— let’s fabricate.
I’m building a place, something amazing just for the sake of saving us, And whatever’s left of that little box that beats in your chest
Me and you, living under a paper moon, Cause real life just isn’t right; lets fabricate… Me and you, living under a paper moon, This real life just isn’t right let’s get away—
This real life, just isn’t right, let’s fabricate…”
Learn it - Sing it
Unicorn Poop.
