Oh, I forgot to tell you guys. Beard.
It’s twice as long, but I didn’t comb it today.
Yeah I have a fucking beard comb, it’s conair.
I got it at cvs for $4.
Tokimonsta (Feat. M.N.D.R.) performing “Go With It” Live on KCRW
Mostly I’m jealous
of the few soft strands of hair that dangle fearlessly right below the side of your face.
The way they can gather courage
from the wind and brush
just slowly against your cheek
while my fingers cowardly hide away
in the dark depths
and safety of pockets.
One of my favorite photographs I’ve ever taken, before I pawned my digital camera for festival/drug money.
Typical August sunset in the Jersey Meadowlands.
Typical heartless female.
Typical destructive relationship.
Typical lustful pose.
Typical cigarette, smoked.
Typical moment in time, captured.
Typical regret, not captured.
Your girl is on some almighty shit.
She put a lake in my sheets.
Whispers into the thick lust-laced ambiance of my room;
Saying I lifted her from the dark depths of your sad,
Who the fuck am I,
The only relevance I have to a God is the ambiguity
of my existence.
How could I save anyone when I’m so far gone.
So hopelessly lost.
come pick her up.
I’m done trying to fill this void with a bunch of girls.
Every time I wake up,
lonelier than the night before.
I just wanted to be found, things get lost in translation.
Girls get a little self-conscious.
I go back to self-expressing.
These dreams are just so twisted,
like Aphex Twin sending a message.
From the worm full of mescal, empty bottle when the devil comes to visit.
How do I paint a clear picture with no palette, no brush?
Sometimes it’s just so hard to see the metaphors in art.