“Optimism.”

I’m really hoping for the best. Things have been great and — one step at a time.

“Boys Don’t Cry.”

“When I Hit the Ground, I’ll Go Right Through.”

This week has had a handful of great late nights.

“Wes Anderson’s AMAZING SPIDER-MAN.”

This is so funny.

“Falling Down.”

“Yes!.”

I’m lucky enough to work for an awesome radio station at an awesome school. Furthermore, I was lucky enough to have recently become an Assistant Music Director at said radio station. I love going in and “working.” Really, it’s just hanging out with cool, like-minded people and chatting about music and “life.”

Today, I learned how to upload and input songs into the station’s system and how to set them into heavy, medium or light rotation. I also learned how to manage the daily logs to make sure the broadcast and line-up runs smoothly so that there are no mishaps, dead air or bad mistakes that can land us in heap of trouble. I also got to go through the items mailed to us and laugh/judge the terrible covers and letters that were sent to us, which the majority of which, sadly, went straight from the envelope into the “free giveaways” bin.

And I get full access to the music closet. So. Much. Music. All at my discretion and leisure.

Floor-to-ceiling CD shelves. This is only A-C.

E-Z are distributed throughout 4 of these mini closets.

I really hope I’m not coming off as pretentious, I just enjoy the work that I’m allowed to be a part of.

“NY.”

My buddy, Josh, and I are going to get an apartment in the Upper East Side in NY, work for advertising agencies and be Joey and Chandler from Friends.

“Be Safe.”

One of those fucking awful black days when nothing is pleasing and everything that happens is an excuse for anger
An outlet for emotions stockpiled
An arsenal
An armor
These are the days when I hate the world
Hate the rich
Hate the happy
Hate the complacent
The tv watchers, beer drinkers, the satisfied ones
Because I know I can be all those little hateful things and then I hate myself for realizing that
There is no preventative, directive, or safe approach for living
We each know our own faith
We know from our youth how to be treated and how we’ll be received and how we shall end
These things don’t change
You can change your clothes, change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents
But sooner or later your old self will always catch up
Always it waits in the wings

(Ideas swirl but don’t stick.
They appear but then run off like rain on the windshield.)

One of those rainy day car rides
My head imploded
The atmosphere in this car a mirror of my skull
Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold
Walls of gray
Nothing good on the radio
Not a thought in my head

Be safe
I know a place we can go where you’ll fall in love so hard that you’ll wish you were dead

Let’s take life and slow it down incredibly slow
Frame by frame
Like two minutes that take ten years to live out
Yeah, let’s do that

Telephone poles like praying mantis against the sky
Metal arms outstretched
So much land traveled, so little sense made of it
It doesn’t mean a thing all this land laying out behind us
I’d like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while
I’m disgusted with petty concerns – parking tickets, breakfast specials
Does someone just have to carry this weight?
Abstract topography
Methane covenant
Linear gospel
Ashville saleslady
Stagian emmisary
Torturous lice
Mad Elizabeth

(Keep a better peoples)

The light within me shines like a diamond mine
Like an unarmed walrus
Like a dead man face down on the highway
Like a snake eating it’s own tail
A steam turbine
Frog pond
Too-full closet burst open in disarray
Soap bubbles in the sun
Hospital deathbed
Red convertible
Shopping list
Blow job
Death’s head
Devils dancing
Bleached white buildings
Memory movements
The movie unpeeling, unreeling, about to begin

I’ve seen your hallway
You’re a dark hallway
I hear your stairs creak
I can fix my mind on your yes and your no
I’ll feel your face today in the sparkling canal
All red, yellow, blue-green brilliance and silver Dutch reflection
Racing thoughts
Racing thoughts all too real
You’re moving so fast now I can’t hold your image
This image I have of your face by the window
Me standing beside you
Arm on your shoulder
A catalog of images, flashing glimpses
Then dawn again
Untethered to this post you’ve sunk in me
Every clear afternoon now I’ll think of you up in the air
Twisting your heel and your knees up around me
My face in your hair
You scream so well
Your smile so loud
Still rings in my ears

Inhibition
Distant tied-up longing
Clean my teeth
Stay the course
Hold the wheel
Steer on to freedom
Open all the boxes
Open all the boxes
Open all the boxes
Open all the boxes

Times Square mid-day
Newspaper buildings
News headlines going around
We watch as they go and hope for some good ones
Those tree shadows in the park they’re all whistling chasing leaves.
Around six pm
Shadows across the cobblestones
Girl in front of bathroom mirror
She’s slow and careful
Paints her face green, mask-like
Like Matisse
Portrait with Green Stripe
Long shot through apartment window
A monologue on top but no girl in shot

The light within me shines like a diamond mine
Like an unarmed walrus
Like a dead man face down on the highway
Like a snake eating it’s own tail
A steam turbine
Frog pond
Too-full closet burst open in disarray
Soap bubbles in the sun
Hospital deathbed
Red convertible
Shopping list
Blow job
Death’s head
Devils dancing
Bleached white buildings
Memory movements
The movie unreeling, about to begin

“Sleep.”

Tonight ended up being really awesome.

Good movie. Better conversation.

“City of Bugs.”

The Cribs show last night was beyond unbelievable. Full update/review coming soon.