3ooo m1les
round, round, get around, i get around ...
3000 thousand miles later and it's 72 degrees with an offshore flow, perfect waves full of kids and dolphins. truely i have returned to the land of milk and honey. the land of my birth and the land of my death. sprinkle my ashes over the taco stand on fourth street and erect a memorial of sand on the san andreas fault, because life is too good not to.
listening to ))) a gang of dope shit !!!
The Buzzcocks - Teenage Kicks
The Dead Boys - Big City
g'by3 y'@ll
major tom to ground control ...
it's time to say good bye to the south. its been amazing. i'll see you in the spring. later days carolina!
listening to ))) the jet stream streaming by
d3ar d3ad g1rl -3
your already the ghost inside my head ...
Dear Dead Girl,
cold winter mornings make me think of you. just before i wake up i swear i can smell angel in the air and as soon as my eyes open the cool blue of the sky reminds me that you are gone. never to return.
i can remember the dark nights in bed when we would joke about songs and funny people. talking to each other in hushed voices under the covers. shhhh i can here the rain. shhhh i can too.
even 3000 miles and a few years can't keep you out of my head. its hard to forget the good stuff and even harder the forget good people. can you see me? do you remember what i look like? my smile? my laugh? i hope so, i really do, beacuse i tried.
in your absence i shall do my best to remind the sea and the beach that you are still around. still in my heart fluttering about like a moth to a light.
do they sigh in heaven? i hope not.
anyways... i gotta go, you know me, too mushy for my own good. what would the guys think? l8r sexy pants. mmwwaaaa* i miss you and so does the beach.
- deryke
listening to ))) my empty head rattle
'+' -d@y
she said, i know what its like to be dead...
red and yellow fall around me all day while millions of turkey ghosts dance in the cool mountain streets like drunken hobos. thanksgiving is upon me and i am upon asheville north carolina. me and my extended family and friends sit around the table and talk warmly over hot biscuits and gravy.
things never seemed so friendly. thanks y'all!
listening to ))) digestion
v1va l@ aut0show
i got a lust for life ...
viva la charlotte auto show. can i get a whut!? whut!?
listening to ))) my brain rotting on carolina moonshine
th3 s0uth
this is not to be mistaken for attempted education ...
my mind has gone south. down by the lake, out by the pond. my life is filled with grits and smiles. the time seems to melt into puddles of butter and friendly drawls.
its funny, i really enjoy this. have i betrayed my city, my love? will you forgive me my angels? i hope you can. i do still adore you.
listening to ))) bup-kiss
g0 b0bc@ts
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm drop ...
man, the pacers SUCK. ain't that true Ron Artest?
listening to ))) zip zero nada
b@rf b@gs 0f r3dempt10n
new york, north cakalaka, and compton, checka, checka, check it out...
six a.m. and my empty bag lay on the bed as unconcious as i am. last minute toasts, fourteen beers later and i gotta jet. i am getting on an aeroplane.
it's sort of funny, my mind never gets in to travel mode until i am on that plane and in my seat. the feeling of oncoming doom takes a break and lets a smooth mello whif of calm float over me. its the same shit everytime. until the weight of my luggage is the only weight on my mind, nothing feels right. next stop charlotte.
listening to ))) nuthin'
d! & +he 4 y3ar blo0m
life in the warzone is THE life for me ...
deryke and the four year bloom
a long time ago i was given a plant. i was given this plant by a lady as a parting gift, in a moment of change. much like her it is strong and small. beautiful in both concept and design although i have never known exactly what kind of plant it is. my botanical enigma. it always sits squarely on the window sill of every one of my apartments in first chair. the poor thing only ever has but a few leaves, slightly reminisant of the christmas tree in peanuts cartoons, but its a good plant. its my comfort plant.
the best part about this awesome little guy, is its bloom. it bloomed for me six moths after i got it eight years ago in december. a single pink blossom just before christmas. i have only seen it one other time four years ago, in what i would consider happier days.
now it is back. the four year bloom is here and i wonder what it will bring. i'm excited to find out. the four year bloom always brings change. tomorrow i get on a plane for a new adventure and when i get back my new roomate will have moved in. the bloom is in full effect shaking things up.
thank you, my little window sil omen. thank you very much and i'll see you again in '09! much love homie.
listening to ))) the bawdy and the nawty
Poison Idea - Lawdy Miss Clawdy
Operation Ivy - Bank Shot
$ummer 1s de@d
when the only true messiah rescues us from ourselves...
i remember summer in all its orange haze, with all its hot dry goodness. summer was good. summer was sooo good. tender pink skin acheing for more hot, greasy, coconut scented abuse. surf calling large from the big black blue. all things in thier places. everything is always good in summer.
yeah, i remember summer. just like it was yesterday.
ahhh yes, summer... ...hmmm... ...yeah, summer was good...
...real good.
litening to ))) uhm... i'm not sure.
The Bangles - Hazy Shade of Winter
The Ataris - The Boys of Summer
