concert

took analyn to a concert today... i really want someone to make a stand up routine about metal heads with sented herbal essences conditioner or some shit.

ps. guacamole is fucking delicious.

alright fuck it. Doom tree was super dope. annnd i missed yesterday. But whatever. I'm on it today

i downloaded a linux based fruityloops/logic/etc clone. I'm gonnna at least try to write a little bit again.... pretty much that was the whole purpose of this thing anyway... so here goes.
I figure this is as good a place as any, so i can someday see this shit somewhere else cause some asshat bit it off the internet.

We're going down-- like rats in a drain pipe- like i'm using the same mic used to announce MMA fights, like i spit such insane spite i've got my lip bruised by the mic's right... right? right mike?
we're going down. Like... it's sink or swim. and i'm all in, and i'm drawin dead again...

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I've seen hip hop shows reduced to a poetry slam, shit was live like the slam was part of the bands plan...

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and something about-- there's no money in that, so i flip up my hat while i spit hipster rap.


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I write one line at a time... it's a slow and laborous way to make poems... or anything else.

The plan is to write s omething every day. Then publish it... no editing that's not done on the fly... if i fall asleep before i'm done, i publish it, no editing again of course, Hopefully if i do this enough i'll start writing things that are at least worth reading a little =P but i make no promises.

There's something i can't explain about salt lake nights in the summer.

Recently my sleep schedule's completely flipped. Not subtly like when it slipped from a midnight to 3am bedtime...but by the time i'm trying to sleep, buisness people are past driving to work and have settled on where todays grind will take them for lunch.

i haven't started trying to find my bed until the south end of 7am for the last few nights. I've never repeatedly slept until 3 in the afternoon before, but this year i've started watching the sun go down and come back up religiously.

It's like the city sings in the night time... It's the same sense of solitude that i used to find snowboarding by myself in highschool... nothing but the sounds of the snow crunching and the wisk of trees... except salt lake has a pulse in the night... it's just the same reclusive pulse i feel like i adapt when my life feels like i've slowed to a low. there's a level of depression that works for me. when the delicate PH of antisocial hater and loner on the verge of total rejection has bubbled enough that the ultimate end of the road becomes a stir crazy mess. I