Viva Le Vox , love those dudes.
But they've got some serious groupie bitches....ugh.
This is Anthony and I...being cute.

I have nothing else.

I find myself wondering more and more why the fuck I'm having such a hard time making connections with people.
I also wonder why people with such confidence in what they believe hold so much trust in me.
Because I'm capable of making eye contact?
More often than not that's what seems to draw people in.....but I feel like I've been deceiving.

She has as eyes like two planets

& rolls them around me

but i am no sunbeam

nor statue to liberty

surfaced from rockface

like gators from rivers

near purple heart highways

What what what?

Where was I?

Better yet, where am I?

Sirens hardly sound at home.
It's so easy to forget that tragedies happen every day.
Ignorance?
Yeah, unfortunately.
Part of me doesn't give a shit.
Ignorance?
Yeah, unfortunately.


I'm not a musician nor am I a writer.
I'm not so sure I feel comfortable with this.....show that I'm about to preform.
Shit.
I wonder sometimes about how many musicians write about actual occurrences and how many are just story tellers?
Either way...it's better than what I've got.


I thought i was okay with being alone.
I'm not.
My bones and my muscles and my skin aches in lonely desperation.
I wonder if this cat feels the same way?
I'd believe it.
She'll practically beg for affection and once it's given to her she never wants it to end.
Well until of course she's bored with it.
That's just how it goes I guess?

I'll spend hours and days and months daydreaming.
I get lost in it all.
I start to believe things I've daydreamed are reality.
Am I dead?

I need to do something.
I woke up this morning with that same familiar worthless feeling.


I wasn't trusted.
And there it was....like a shot to the head.
But I survived.

Come one, come all