sometimes

I run out of things to say


this is a rare phenomena but I guess this also means I get a break! I stopped writing in my book in May, I don't how long I won't be able to write for.

sup

I want to look/feel like this all winter
cr33p3r status fucking weird brah
that makes no sense
uh
I'm too bro for reality

C'mon

I've been wondering for a while now what sort of force you're usin'
That keeps me up nights sad and boozin'
Just called to tell you I kind of like it, I know it sounds sadistic
But when it's gone Oh how I miss it

I've grown accustomed to the feeling; I know I've hit the bottom,
Time skips like stones on ponds in Autumn
But at a tavern, Late one Sunday I had a premonition;
Forgettin' you was my life's mission

But if you stare up into the sky
There's people like you and I
Dancin' on the moon at night
And the black sky's pierced by a burst of white

Stare up into the sky
There's people like you and I
Dancin' on the moon, just check
And the sky's turned into a discotheque

I've been wondering for a while now what sort of force you're usin'
That keeps me drinkin', thinkin', losin'
Is it on purpose? A conscious effort? Cause if so you're a sadist
And you fill my books with angry pages

It's getting colder with Christmas coming, I don't know why you're opposin'
The winter's just the summer frozen
And on your rooftop late at night time the moon's as white as birchbark,
It's like the universe's freakish birthmark

And on your rooftop late at night time we watch them oh so joyous
And count hours until the sun destroys us
And on your rooftop late at night time we watch them oh so joyous
And count hours until the sun destroys us


Matthew Adam Hart is a beautiful lyricist. The Russian Futurists are the shit, http://www.last.fm/music/The+Russian+Futurists/_/C%27mon

S3N10R Y34R

I feel like a little kid
just set the coffee maker's timer for 6 a.m (but on normal days it'll be 5:15)
made my lunch (turkey sandwich with pretzels and an apple)
filled up my canteen
packed my bag with: my summer photos, photo journal, 3 mechanical pencils, 3 black pens, one note book, a pack of gum, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter)

I feel like I did the night before I started kindergarten

somethings

-Acid was not what I had expected
- I'm always tired
- I wish I was emotionally drained
- I don't want to go back to school because then I can't be stupid anymore
- Does anyone else wonder why The Von Bondies never became a big band? They're fucking good.

Pawn Shoppe Heart

oh, and I have a tumblr now, so that I can remember things that I think are cool and not have to think about how they go along with blog posts. It's like I'm organizing the internet.
http://eelharas.tumblr.com/