everlong

On a foreign street with the absence of a street light, I sat in...

Tue, 11 Dec 2012 01:43:00 -0800

On a foreign street with the absence of a street light, I sat in my car blending within the shadows of complete night. Dark, black, and silenced by this track, I gazed out the window of my mind and just laid back…

(…for the attack…)

Another Dream Untitled

Sat, 18 Aug 2012 23:06:00 -0700

A frigid yet sunny day. Silent. Dressed to kill. Assisting her Grandfather, who it seemed, to walk; using me as a crutch until he collapsed. He was already dead to begin with. She ran to the ocean. I went after her. Knowing that I’d drown. But I was able to swim in the shallow coastal waters. There… to save her.

(-SILENT: Concealment. -DRESSED: Putting on an image hiding your true self. -GRANDFATHER: Symbolic for the passage of time. -WALK: Turn your attention to something. -COLLAPSE: Difficulties trusting your own judgment and decisions. -DEAD: Out of date and useless methods. -OCEAN: A sense of connection with someone. -SWIMMING: Suggests emotional change and effort.)

Watched these guys perform last week at the Bootleg Theater. So...

Wed, 18 Jul 2012 08:21:18 -0700

Watched these guys perform last week at the Bootleg Theater. So gewwwwwd!

”And we can whisper things… secrets from our American dreams…” ♪ -[Family of the Year]

“I love my memories…”

Tue, 17 Jul 2012 21:46:58 -0700

“I love my memories…”

“You can never get enough… enough of this...

Fri, 06 Jul 2012 08:01:44 -0700

“You can never get enough… enough of this stuff… it’s Friday… I’m in love.”

“WHERE IS MY MIND?”Waaaaay out… in the water....

Sun, 01 Jul 2012 19:44:42 -0700

“WHERE IS MY MIND?”

Waaaaay out… in the water. See it swimmin’…

“Did you get what you wanted?”

Sat, 30 Jun 2012 20:03:48 -0700

“Did you get what you wanted?”

You been in and out my mindI think about it all the timeThe days...

Wed, 27 Jun 2012 07:56:08 -0700

You been in and out my mind
I think about it all the time
The days they wind and wind
I thought I knew it all
But now I know
I never shoulda let you go

Thought I was one of a kind
But now I watch the clock to pass the time
I’d drop it on a dime
Just leave the pen, forget the line
I never shoulda let you go

I want you by my side
I’m like a groom without a bride
I need you in the night
I’m like the moon without a tide
I never shoulda let you go
Let you go

Baby, I’ve been dreaming about you lately
So where’ve you gone please save me
I never shoulda let you go

I want you know that
Now I see you did it all for me
And I never shoulda let you go
Want you to know that
I’m sorry I watched you walk away
I never shoulda let you go

Ear

Sat, 16 Jun 2012 14:54:00 -0700

I was in Ohio, when I woke up and noticed a baseball card sized disk inserted and lodged horizontally into my right ear’s flesh+cartilage. I found more of these disks garnished amongst my bed head hair. I shook it all off and attempted to remove the one stuck/enveloped into my ear’s flesh+cartilage. I carefully pulled out the disk and watched 74% of my ear being disconnected/detached/dislocated from the side of my head. I pretty much volunteered myself to slice and dice off my own right ear. Set it and forget it. Instant self-horrification. However, with my keen reflexes I caught my liberated ear flesh+cartilage that had fallen off. I tried to place it back on… but to my dismay, it just kept sliding off. I panicked. That portion of my ear that was no longer in tact with my head was changing and losing it’s natural sweet golden cocoa butter color. I assured myself that I could get it back on… with hopes of no one noticing or judging me and my two-toned colored offset looking right ear. No luck with getting it back on. Shucks. I walked into the living room covering and hiding my right ear. With complete shame and utter fear, I asked my Mom and siblings if they knew anyone that could sew or stitch… stuff? They knew of no one and asked me why I was cupping my right ear with my right hand. I showed them my right ear. 74% in my hand, 26% on my head. They freaked out. I freaked out. I ran back to my bedroom and saw my pillow. Someone had cleverly and successfully plotted my doom by replacing my standard pillow with a fancy shhmancy pillow stitched with freakishly large sharp glamorous SEQUINS! (Don’t know what a “sequin” is? Google it.) Dang it. Those sharp sequins fastened on the pillow I slept on, could’ve been the death of me. Taking me down one ear at a time. A minor flesh wound, sucker. I shook my fist in the air, dedicated to the culprit, and rejoiced cause I still had my sense of hearing. 1,000% legit. In fact, 1,000% too legit… to quit. Can’t nobody take my pride. Can’t nobody hold me down. Oh, no. I got to keep on mooooovin’! Then I woke up out of that dream. Beef & Broccoli for breakfast, baby. Yeah, remarkably tasty! Ask me for details. :]

“I want something else… to get me through...

Thu, 14 Jun 2012 08:02:14 -0700

“I want something else… to get me through this… semi-charmed kinda life… SO, CALL ME MAYBE!”

“Come here. Please hold my hand, Lord, now. Help me....

Sat, 09 Jun 2012 08:48:52 -0700

“Come here. Please hold my hand, Lord, now. Help me. I’m scared please show me how to fight this. God has a master plan. And I guess, I am in His demand.”

“WE WERE DREAMS. We were American graffiti scenes. With no...

Wed, 06 Jun 2012 23:22:26 -0700

“WE WERE DREAMS. We were American graffiti scenes. With no war, no peace, no hopes, no means. JUST US.”

Saosin & 240p (quality)… we meet again.“Secrets...

Wed, 30 May 2012 00:55:54 -0700

Saosin & 240p (quality)… we meet again.

“Secrets stolen, from deep inside. The drum beats out of time.”

“We can live like Jack & Sally, if we...

Mon, 28 May 2012 12:25:07 -0700

“We can live like Jack & Sally, if we want…”

5/19/12 10:19AM

Sun, 20 May 2012 23:36:35 -0700

It was my birthday and my friends were going to present live skits & videos in honor of me. Kinda weird. Sorta awkward. I wanted to take pictures of everyone before they started. I needed batteries to put into my SB-900 Speedlight Flash. 8 AA batteries. But I only came up with and used 4 AAA and 6 AA batteries. I guess that works? By the time I had my camera ready… everyone at the party was gone. So much for a group photo. I remember overhearing some friends talking about a close out sale on shoes at Dick’s Sporting Goods. I figured they’d be there. So I got into my crimson red 1989 Toyota Tercel hatchback. Picked up a friend and drove to Dick’s Sporting Goods. We got there as I spotted the cars of my other friends and parked next to them. Bravo for my instincts. I went inside the store while my sleepy friend slept in the car. I was on a mission to find my other friends in the store. I found no one and there were no more shoes left. I was scrummaging through a clearance bin of random posters of scrubs, bench warmers, and incredibly inferior athletes. The ground began to shake and tremble. For at least 3 entire minutes. While other shoppers were just standing around baffled, I utilized and applied my elementary school knowledge/skills and hid under a strong, solid, sturdy table. I blacked out. I woke up and realized that I was the only survivor in the devastating earthquake that destroyed the Dick’s Sporting Goods building. I was okay and unharmed. So no worries. I ran out into the parking lot to see if my friend and car were still there. Fortunately, yes… both were still stationed in the same spot. I banged on the window with my closed fists waking up my friend in an outrageous startling manner. Hilarious. My friend slept through the earthquake. I needed a place to breathe and recuperate. I was still a little traumatized… so I had my friend drive. I sat in the passenger’s seat as we headed towards the Santa Monica Pier. The radio announced that the sun and moon were going to embrace and display a “ring of fire”. Also known as an eclipse. I looked over to my right and saw the sun expanding and imploding in a strange fashion. It was a bizarre yet fascinating sight. I was taking video and photos of it. My friend driving also wanted to take a picture via camera phone. For Facebook/Instagram, of course. So we did this weird crossover thing with our bodies… as I reached over and controlled the steering wheel and gas pedal with my hands… while my friend took photos out of the passenger’s side window. We were literally driving in a circle (donut) at 3 mph in a parking lot cause we thought— knew we were cool. We accidentally brushed up against another car that was parked. A minor scrape to the front bumper. The owner of that car was outside and noticed. Furious… and ironically a police officer. He issued us a ticket for $373.72. I wrote out a check for $374 and told that loser to keep the change. I finally woke up out of the dream… via a weird muscle spasm and cramp at the bottom of my right foot. As usual, buck naked… knocked out… with a sock out. And, I think I was dehydrated? Drank some water and typed this out. Holla.

“Cause I really need somebody… tell me are you that...

Sun, 20 May 2012 09:56:29 -0700

“Cause I really need somebody… tell me are you that somebody?”

“Maybe redemption has stories to tell. Maybe forgiveness...

Sun, 20 May 2012 09:35:49 -0700

“Maybe redemption has stories to tell. Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell. Where can you run to escape from yourself? Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go? SALVATION IS HERE.”

“I cannot sleep. I cannot dream tonight. I need somebody...

Sun, 20 May 2012 00:48:00 -0700

“I cannot sleep. I cannot dream tonight. I need somebody and always. This sick strange darkness… comes creeping on… so haunting every time. And as I stared, I counted… the webs from all the spiders… catching things and eating their insides.”

My eyes never fail to moisturize when I hear the voices and see the photos of my love ones that are...

Sun, 13 May 2012 18:35:26 -0700

My eyes never fail to moisturize when I hear the voices and see the photos of my love ones that are excessively distant from me. I miss and love them more than they could ever know.

“It was songs of love that I would sing to, then. And...

Fri, 04 May 2012 01:52:20 -0700

“It was songs of love that I would sing to, then. And I’d memorize each word. Those old melodies still sound so good to me. As they melt the years away.”