all hooked up

so be cool

and believe

in the things you haven't learned

because you've lost

and it's gone

but it will return

now it's all laid out in front of you

and that's half murdered the mystery

are you still too

shy to describe?

now the whole world is waking up

a ribbon cut for the opening

yes, finally the day

has arrived

so seek

and rejoice

fill your hands with something tangible

and fly

your love

like a flag

and destroy

the desire

for that which is impossible

and accept what you get

with a smile

bad blood

bright eyes

i believe it

sometimes have my breakfast

right off of the mirror

and sometimes i'll have it

right out of a bottle

i'm gonna rip it out

tear it out

gotta get it off

of my soul

i don't even miss you

but that's cause i'm fucked up

i'm sure when it wears off

then i will be hurting

and just cause the sun shines

when you're out at night time

and just cause

i feel bad and feel good's

a fine line

i'm gonna rip it out

tear it out

gotta get you off

of my soul

home of the brave

spiritualized

next life

stop sending letters

letters always get burned

it's not like

the movies

they fed us on little

white lies

i think you're crazy,

maybe

i will see you

in the next life

motion picture soundtrack

radiohead

so you can remember me

i move so slow,

steady crushing hand

holy shit

there's a company

in my back

company in my back

wilco

accept what you get with a smile

so i let my hair down

for the second time now

for the final time now

i had my fun

but there's no returning

from the places we've been

just repeat our slogan -

never again

weather reports

bright eyes

not me

in a little while

i'll be gone

the moment's already passed

yeah, it's gone

and i'm not here

this isn't happening

i'm not here

i'm not here

how to disappear completely

radiohead

in every eye

i don't remember

if the rest are ever good enough
and i don't remember

if the rest will ever mean as much

evacuate

the boxer rebellion

i've got news for you

we were made for each other

but grew up differently

headdress

amazing baby

hopefully

you feel it all around yourself

you know it's yours and no one else

you feel the thought of learning again

it's all around

you're tired of all the things you did

you'll work it out

feel it all around

washed out

snow & lights

it'll be more like a song

and less like it's math.

pull my hair

bright eyes

it's the freakin' weekend

abide by the hippo.

or whatever that's supposed to be.

have a grand weekend;

it's party time.

you talk, i'll pour

and i arrive at your feet

in peace

and i spend my time

as i please

and i can't stop light

from shining in

my goddamn breath

keeps breathin.

i love that man

devendra banhart

darling, i'm lost

and i'm wasted

you can taste it

don't look

at me

that way

i will haunt

you like

a ghost

broadripple is burning

margot & the nuclear so and so's

again & again

and so i'm reminded

so we've been selected

in this beautiful lottery

we struggled so long

but it ended so easy

it's starting to surface

all golden and god-like

this feeling we had

every day and every night

it bursts in an energy

a door, it is opening

blue angels air show

bright eyes

twist

my fangs have been pulled

and i really wanna see you

tonight

poor places

wilco

i intend to

(the original)

(my favorite)

take us back

no wonder, no wonder

other half

strange steps

heels turn black

the cinders, they splinter

and light the path

and these strange steps

trace us back, trace us back

flow sweetly

hang heavy

you suddenly complete

me

hysteric

yeah yeah yeahs

eye of the beholder

approx. 5 AM question from one of my best friends: what is beautiful?

granted, it was super late/early and we were already half asleep. granted, i think i replied with some semi-conscious tangent about perception and what kind of value we see in something that makes it beautiful to us. but it's really a good question. it has me stumped.

to a point, my sleeping mind had it right, i think; it's all about what we see. a perfect white egg is beautiful because it's identical to all the rest in the carton. an antique piece of furniture is beautiful because it's well-loved and has character. fire is beautiful because it's dangerous. gemma (above) is beautiful because she is one of my ideas of perfection.

i don't have anything to conclude with really, because i don't think there's an answer. but it's still pretty cool to think about.

decide

we all decide

how to draw the line

we've all got something to hide

stairs suprise

glazes of any size

we've all got something to hide

we've all got something to hide

well wait, wait

we're gonna see what comes after

nothing to hide

yo la tengo

new

i'm gonna rip it up

tear it out

gotta get it off of my soul

home of the brave

spiritualized

soft

i like restraint, if it doesn't go too far.

-mae west

dog days

i don't want to promise myself

or anyone else

anything.

i want to see how this goes

when i focus,

get sleep,

and just

take it easy.