Monument

We are moments, men, and places.
We are planets, monuments to stars
Monuments to old souls
They are the watchmen,
We are just men.

Lost in a daydream. What did you see?

I got written up for being late to work the other morning. 

Kristine, Matt, Curt, Zak and I went to Williamsburg, Brooklyn on Saturday.
We had a lot of fun.
I stared into the NY nightskyline while drinking this thick german beer that tasted like banana and listening to The Strokes.

I'd really like to get a turntable.

Around the World.

So its Saturday. March 13th/2010
Thursday I went with Tiina, Matt & Kristine to see Four Year Strong.
The Chance sucks. That place is so damn loud. Whatever.
FYS was great, ETID kinda sucked but was great to watch.

That pretty much made my week.

I crashed at Matts. We woke up and had a mini jam session. It was awesome.

Still can't stop listening to Alive!2007. This album blows my mind.
Also, TRON.

A deep sore dragged through ages
The sores are my own, I know
Wounds collected through a lifetime
And wisdom I pick up along the way

I received the spit from a snake
And the snare cut real deep
I was caught in her womb
Something spreading in my veins

Those walls I faced alone. I crept on bounded knees
The own will just vanished. I wept my compassion away,
with tears that flooded your heart. No river leads back to mine.
I bow down in soil and whisper
I gather strength to spread the disease

Welcome to My Life

This is the latest Baroness album.
This is why I don't rip the spine out of people that irritate me.
5-6 hours of my week. Roads. Nighttime.
Bane of my existence.
But I can't complain,
they're my friends.
This is Sonic.

Thats about it.

Goodnight.

It's 10:21.

My Blood type's Krylon Technicolor type A

Not much to write about today. I feel like crap & the torn ligament in my neck decided to say hello. I looked like a robot for about 3 hours of work yesterday. It was funny and painful.

Above all..I am still very happy all the time.
My world may be collapsing and changing every second of the day..
Its been a really long time since I woke up.
It makes my whole day better.

I’ve been diggin into crates ever since I was livin in space Before the ratrace, before monkeys had human traits I mastered numerology and bigbang theology Performed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology Invented the mic so I could start blessin it Chincheckin kids to make my point like an impressionist Many men have tried to shake us But I twist mic cords in double helixes and show them what I’m made of I buckle knees like leg braces Cast the spell of instrumentalness and all of you emcees who hate us So you can try on, Leave you without a shoulder to cry on From now to infinity let icons be bygones I fire bomb ghostly notes haunt this I tried threats but moved on to a promise I stomp this with or without an accomplice And run the gauntlet with whoever that wants this