the universe is cold

the universe is cold
and i can’t make it
i can’t live
in this universe
we prove that the end is near
we’ve torn our hearts from the ground
we’ll watch as our bodies decay
we’ll stand above our own graves
singing our own funeral songs
rustling our feet through dead leaves
that were once our rotting flesh
a soft acrid smell is our body’s last wish
it is our life’s desire
to bury ourselves
to watch itself as it ends

a few pictures from portland

not for any purpose really. just to show you.

portland, duh

portland, duh

nothing famous. but who cares?

portland, duh

 

and now, a few words about portland, oregon:

let’s fall down on the streets
it’s the season of the drink
the trains are filled with chocolate treats
swallow hard and ignore the stink

thank-s

here i am in portland

here i am in portland, eating a voodoo donut and staring at the side of a building that is plastered in giant yellow letters, reading: “KEEP PORTLAND WEIRD”

sorry, i didn’t actually take a picture of this scene, but you know what they say, words are worth a thousand pictures.

and so like music was like in my hair and twinkling eyes and like…

…wait, what?

anyway, i’ve finished fawm and the rpmchallenge, and so that is good.

you can either stream or download the songs at my fawm page

so i’ve decided to hold off a bit on releasing these as a whole album… i mean, some of these songs just don’t make the cut. i have a hard time imagining myself being in the room while someone listens to “‘white tea’ would be a really good rapper name” … i kind of hate myself for recording that particular song, but oh well, it counted, or something.

anyways, there are minor production issues that i wanna fix and plus, i’d like to revisit some older material… look for something new in march.

it was great motivation to write some new songs, so i’ll at least link directly to a couple of my favorite new songs (right-click to save the mp3 files):

that wasn’t cocaine after all
the opposite of optimism is not pessimism
i’m dead
let’s drink until our hearts stop