February 2011
56 posts
January 2011
36 posts
INK.
Coincidental that someone decides to ask about the meaning behind my tattoo around the same time I contemplate posting in here what it’s EXACTLY all about.
I’ve only told one person the true meaning behind it, over drinks at BJ’s (feel special, Mr. Luong, hah.)
The reason/meaning that I give people is usually BS, “it’s my lucky number.” I don’t...
Atmosphere-The Family Sign
April 12, 2011.
Don't be tardy for my leaky Barbie TV party,
pee in the park.
My first track featuring myself on vocals. Gotta...
dyno. dy! no! mite!
me, i got a whole lotta words inside my head. him, he’s always had a lotta women in his bed. i’m busy rhyme spittin, he’s got ‘em swallowin’. they think he’s void filling, he knows he’s hallowin’. the talk is sweet, but the meaning’s always bitter. he’s got the perfect pitch, they’re battin’ no-hitters. all strikes, no balls....
Motherfuckers, think that I'm foolish.
Work. Played with a balloon. Home. Sleep. Red Chili. Golden Globes. Beer. Guitar. Bed.
All of these consecutive days of work are making me weirder than usual throughout the day.
Hopefully I can get some time alone at home this week, so I can get some shit recorded.
audacious apricot ale
failing at blogging anything profound tonight because i’m just too damn buzzed and tired. expect something a bit better tomorrow night. sleep time.
inception horns
talking to a good friend the other night, i brought up my recent disappointment and “embarrassment,” i guess you could say, her being the first i had gone into detail with about the whole ordeal. you’ll probably never see this, and that’s not a bad thing at all. i don’t know what would have come from the two of us giving things between us another shot. if anything, i...
restless.
intensity takes over as adrenaline kicks in for a much needed energy boost in a monotonous never-ending rat race. wake up bart work bart home sleep wake up drive work drink home sleep wake up bart work etc. i spend the days sweating and my nights digging at my own mind. i rack my brain and think about the day when things will be simpler and money won’t mean happiness anymore. it’s...
