Here's a generic, unoriginal post for my -1,452 readers! Number of Songs: 5,169 Number of Albums: 975 Most Recently Played Song: "Up Around the Bend" by Creedence Clearwater Revival Most Played Song: "Skinny Love" by Bon Iver Most Recently Added Album: I'm guessing because I have no idea how to actually find that out, but: Lungs by Florence + the Machine First Song Alphabetically: "a.k.a. I-D-I-O-T" by The Hives Last Song Alphabetically: "Zero" by Smashing Pumpkins Smallest Song Numerically: "1974" by Ryan Adams (it STARTS with a 1...I mean, it was the first one) Largest Song Numerically: "8.6.82" by Beck Shortest Song: "Horn Intro" by Modest Mouse (0:10) Longest Song: "Bon Iver Live At The Riverside" by Bon Iver (1:15:05) First Album Alphabetically: A.M. by Wilco Last Album Alphabetically: Zuma by Neil Young and Crazy Horse First Band Alphabetically: AC/DC Last Band Alphabetically: Zero 7 First Ten Songs That Pop Up On Shuffle: "Sister Morphine" by The Rolling Stones "Rock 'n' Roll With Me" by David Bowie "Tina Toledo's Street Walkin' Blues" by Ryan Adams "Riot Act" by Elvis Costello "Broken Heart" by Eddie Vedder "Labelship Down" by Josh Ritter "Gonna Change My Way Of Thinking" by Bob Dylan "Poison Ivy" by Jonas Brothers (Baha) "Each Coming Night" by Iron & Wine "Peaches & Cream" by Beck Goodnight, my dear friends.
P.S. I'm doing quite well these days, thank you!
Do the iTunes Game!
For Taryn
by Ayda Bashiri
Skin meets porcelain.
The sensation is-
sensational.
Liquid trickles and meets its match.
A chemical concoction forms
as yellow and clear infuse-
...flush.
Noteworthy Poems (To Be Edited)
"Hope" by Friedrich von Schiller
"The Layers" by Stanley Kunitz
"About the Phoenix" by James Merrill
"Ode to a Nightingale" by John Keats
"Broadway" by Mark Doty
"Longing" by Friedrich von Schiller
"Nightgown" by James Merrill
"Hysteria" by T.S. Eliot
"Eloisa to Abelard" by Alexander Pope
...And more to come at another time when it's not 3am!
"Wanna take a road trip?" 9:38P Sun Jun28
This is LONG overdue. I wrote this over the summer, and it's been in my drafts. Mainly because I didn't know how to finish it. So basically, it's incomplete...but whatever.
Your text more or less saved me from myself on Sunday night. I couldn't be more grateful. It's great to know that I have someone here for me, but what's a bit heart wrenching is the fact that I had to drive two hours to reach you. Not to mention it was 10pm on a Sunday in the bumblefuck town of Milledgeville.
My drive was both liberating and frightening. Have you ever witnessed how scary it is to look in your rear view mirror and see absolutely nothing? Driving on a 40 mile road with a sparse supply of street signs can make you re-evaluate a lot. The irony in my drive was absolutely mind blowing. It was as though I was truly leaving nothing behind on Sunday night. I looked back, and saw nothing but darkness. That should say something, and ever since Monday when I returned I feel as though I returned to nothing; for nothing. The only reason I came back was to finish my stupid class in this stupid college that I don't even belong in.
I envy those that have constant nightmares, or better yet, don't dream at all. How enthralling would it be to just wake up every morning and live your life? Dreams fuck with sentiments more than anything. I just consider them to be underlying emotions that hold absolutely no truth. I feel as though most people can agree with me on that aspect. I mean, sure, there could be some psychological meaning behind your dreams; however, we wake up every morning knowing that what we witnessed was absolute myth created by the unexplainable yet phenomenal power of our unconscious thought. I don't understand why we allow ourselves to enter the world of dream, and further continue our lives as though our brains had just created inevitable truth. If you really want to make these dreams come true, I say wake up and live them (for any dream that may be physically attainable, that is). Why dwell on what truly masochistic thoughts and images your brain creates while in the hopeless state of sleep? There's nothing to be found from these impossible realities.
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I have an insane case of writer's block right now. It's really upsetting because there's so much I need go get off of my mind.
This might be my last ride.
Butterflies
My butterflies...They're long gone now. Now I'm just confused and hurting.
I said I was done. I'm done. So done. I don't care anymore. And now you want me to care?
My brain doesn't have enough room for this shit anymore. Seriously, it's fried.
Stupid UTI.