In Alabama with Altered State

Just a quick update. I rarely find internet and when I do, we're normally looking for an address to the next venue or something.

I'm a lucky son of a bitch. My friends are the best. I love my life.

Ashley, text me back or so help me god I will take your ovaries.

- Tojo.

Oceanside, California

For these countless years,
Torture and torment.
I'm haunted by chase dreams,
Whenever I'm not falling.
This feeling is accurate
Because I believe in it.
Hemera, where are you?
If I've any hope, you're relieving it.

I'll manage to say "I'm sorry"
While I'm choking on bolts of lightning.
And I'll never question you again,
Because questions are far too frightening.

Take me! Open up!
Your eyes are useless.
Oceanside, California
The air around me is tensing.
But you built me a conduit,
I lived secure for a while.
Dionysus, where are you?
I'd forgotten how to smile.
- "The Fault Line" by Mr. Mitchell Young

My 11:11

If I could have it my way, I'd set my clocks a minute apart from each other, so if I happened to see the right one hit 11:11, I'll get about 4 wishes every time. It's not that I'm selfish. Never. It's simply that so many things weigh me down, it results in me depending on wishes to get my shit together.

Went to a couple dance parties this weekend.

Don't remember much.

But I DO know I want another tattoo. I want to start my Ramones collage with this little guy:




although I don't do psychedelics. So maybe not. But it's so hard to find a good idea for a Ramones tattoo because you've got schmucks all over the place who think they're the world's most thorough Ramones fan, so they get a stupid tattoo attempting to glorify those assholes. Unfortunately, I'm one of those schmucks. Now I'm bitter. I've got Bryce's set list hanging over my desk right now, and I can't stress enough how happy I am for him. He's damn good at what he does, I must admit. I haven't talked enough to my roommates lately. Even Justin, you can never spend enough time with that booger.

I am more than just a reoccurring accident
But the more I fuck up the greater the penalty
From plane to plane, there is evidence of my mistakes
And I'm constantly reminded of those days...
God, I'm shaking!! And no, I don't know when I'll stop
The plates just keep pushing together
Completely unpredictably. And it's affecting me
On the outside and beneath the surface
Believe me, your reactions are less than necessary
And yes, I agree:
I know I'm scary.
I know I'm reckless.
I know, I know.

A new song I'm writing, relating my bottled emotions/intense reactions to an earthquake. How original. Hey look, a longhorn.

Intro Bust.

This will be simple rhetoric. I can't believe I'm blogging, but I know it will please Ashli, so get ready for me to blast this shit... SAHN.