-okay, maybe not so dwindling.

-dwindling storm.

-stars are only in the sky, so nothing gets to my head.

by the time I fall off, I'll probably be dead.

-hey diamond-head! you are me!

-i'm bored of karma!

"Closing your eyes isn't going to change anything. Nothing's going to disappear just because you can't see what's going on. In fact, things will be even worse the next time you open your eyes. That's the kind of world we live in."

-buzzband madness.

Record Store Logo.

-crouch in the snow.

-low hanging clouds dispersed at an even rate.

It's not that I wanna be somewhere else
I don't wanna be here by myself

That's not myself
That's just my cell
I don't know if you could tell
but I don't need help
I don't know if you noticed
but I have been smokin'
my arm might be broken
I'm so sick of jokin'
I'm sick of your talkin'
Your words have no meaning
I don't like your body
I don't think you should feed it
Don't think that you want it
Or like it, or need it
So why do you keep it
if you're free to leave it?

-glitter pills.

     Chemical Set #1: 14" x 17" Poster.

I've resided in this cloud for months on end, sitting on wisps of haze. It is my retreat from the set in stone policies that have slowly eroded the views of a child. It's a tragedy. Yet, this retreat exists solely for me. The fastest way to get there was to channel the energies of the hammer-hits-stone mentalities, realize that they existed, and openly reject them. I was not one of them, but on certain days, I wasn't too frustrated with the way the fireworks would defiantly cut wounds on the sky. I found beauty in the way each individual light particle fell back from where it came from, as if each minuscule fragment of light had a little parachute attached to it that lost its glitter as it continued its slow descent from the ideal.

\\S▲PPHIRE LIFE//I'M LIL' ▲ND I SMOKE WEED Y▲'LL\\

I'm Lil' And I Smoke WEED Ya'll by Sapphire Life

//G▲TEL\\S▲PPHIRE LIFE//

Haruki's Dookie by Sapphire Life

GODAM.

-spring break memories

Memories are the ghost of experience. People ask me if I think ghosts are real and i reply that there are certain types of ghosts that do exist. Certain memories that I will never forget. The way the palm tree sways on the side of a road intersection. The manner in which the sandcastle crumbles to pieces and grains-chaos disguised as serenity. New thought processes come from old thought processes, past reminiscences. What is the first thought-pattern? We are all ghosts. Tell me, who is going to remember who, given enough time?

-FYF 2010

9.4.10. will surely be a hot ass day, I won't forget to wear sunblock though. Not after the sunburns I sustained after last week's bonfire..oh god. Bought my festival ticket at Fingerprints on 2nd Street. I really liked the vibe there, the staff were friendly and knowledgeable and it felt like a second home for sure. Tickets were supposed to be 25 dollars, but the price was upped to 30 dollars plus a service fee of two dollars...32 dollars total is still a good price though. Probably will go to this by myself, seeing as none of my friends like this type of music or festivals anyways. Most likely I will take the metro there. Might get a cool story to tell my friends out of it, there's always "nuts" on the metro.

What is this service fee business though? I don't understand it..

Anyways..I'm super stoked for:
Washed Out
Cults
Wavves
The Rapture
Local Natives
Best Coast
The Mountain Goats
Thee Oh Sees

I don't know any of the other bands...-1000 hipster cred.

Trying to blow some trees, sip on a nice smoothie, and enjoy my favorite bands though..also go to the record swap meet and see what new vinyl records i can pick up :]. Chill vibes...surf the chillwave.

-a true end, to a true summer.

oh treat me like Russia
retreat, retreat, advance, advance
stalemate-conflicting emotions,
you continue to use my uncertainty
to hold up your pants.

mistook your flare
for a riot
heartbeats, disrupt
a wishful quiet.

(wheeeee)

-the brain is so meta

Orion has submitted itself to viral marketing
if its any consolation, its just a constellation(i tell myself this?)
the distance between my synapses are
of my creation
candy-coating and sugar-dipping my brain
isn't it preferable to facing dull mediocrities?

waves of pleasure unfurl themselves
and lay waste to past grievances
settling into the crevices of the human brain
but evaporate just as rapidly
leaving just the trash that men throw into the sea
from their ships
a feeling of dissatisfaction

still untying nooses in my head
subtleties have been using the bathtub as a bed
competing with Dionysus
this hunters got a couple of dreams on his belt
but I'm gonna win this time
I'm gonna win this time
i haven't been disappointed by angels in such a long time

-1:40 A:M., it is what it is

beautiful sunrise eyes
not yours, but the way mine light up
sometimes
when i use the nothing i have
to
waste the sunlight
because then there is a slight hope
that people's wardrobes
are composed of nuns robes.

cynicism is my identity
and equally my facade
speaking is a commodity
because all that is needed
are finger paintings of Rosacea
to get across any type of real meaning

the uselessness of rest
because i never ever sleep
i never ever sleep
i never ever sleep

-live life masked and your death shall elude you

(13" x 16")

-i laughed and i laughed

I laughed and I laughed
though the organization that runs the inner workings
of my sanity
is relatively understaffed
quick to anger and quick to plant roots
on unmanageable land
i am a master of my craft
and seismologists are masters of their craft
and this world runs on everybody elses Nystagmus
didn't we know that?
when do we learn
that some gifts are better left unwrapped?
(when I was a kid, my favorite writer was R.L. Stine
look how i turned out)

-brush your teeth once in a while

Bloody Gums:

-going to the beach

is it not enough, that i should spend my whole life tethered
a bird so sad, it managed to pluck out its own feathers
I wrote a letter
and fed it to my fan
and barely managed to keep my fingers unscathed

-i am so ashamed

the neanderthal's nonlinear plight, do the math
their skin and flesh
i am so ashamed
to have deviated from their path
my skin and flesh
our common baggage
our flesh and bone
they threw spears and stones
and me, i just throw fits and get stoned

-a new direction

http://ablogcalledcrow.blogspot.com

a blog run by me and a friend; good music will be posted.

-did you know?

Ignorance allows people from all walks of life to live their lives in a clouded daze. They are products of an environment which refuses to nurture the natural curiosity and love of truth that we are all born with. There are two types of ignorant individuals. The Choicer and the Non-Choicer. The individual who is ignorant not because he or she is part of a stagnant environment, but is so because of choice, is a lost cause. It is only the will of the individual to repel the forces of Ignorance and Close-Mindedness. Those ignorant by choice can be some of the most treacherous, deceiving, and manipulative of all the human race, and it is our duty to remove that from ourselves that is attracted to the inane and worthless thoughts, and to elevate our conscious plane and seek a higher Truth. Ignorance perpetuates ignorance, so caution and an open-minded view of every argument must be exercised less we revert to primitive ways.

-fat chance/slim chance

i know
I've spent so much
time on worldly ways
but
i am just a stray cat
searching for his
holiday
old
ode

-fts

This is what I love, and can't stop loving.
Get wasted at parties, from 9 'till 7 in the morning.
I live for the music, rolling blunts, feeling high, getting loaded or take some pills and go to La La Land.
Spending all my money on dope and extreme high priced tickets.
But in the end it's all worth it.
I like to live in my own world. Fuck regular life, fuck a 9 to 5 job.
I'm told to enjoy every moment, every hour, every minute.
That's what I do on Fridays and Saturdays. Why should I take life so seriously?
I just wanna do what I like to do. Being far from reality, cause I can't stand society.
This is my own world, I just wanna hear the music.

I think the whole system fucking sucks.
Everybody's working their fucking ass off during the week,
getting totally fucking stressed out
So what's wrong, and what's right?

-Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World

This is what I am reading to hold me over while I wait for my A Wild Sheep Chase book to get here. Thoughts on the book upon completing.

-long beach.

-niggas be dyin.

-a wild sheep chase.

I just purchased a Fine condition Haruki Murakami novel, A Wild Sheep Chase, online for $10.50. Super stoked. Thoughts on it after I finish it. Having read Kafka on The Shore, I can definitely say he is one of my favorite writers just after reading one book.

-abducted hearts.

-genetics/who are you?

-i was there at that moment.

-follow the piper.

-don't let the room close.

(15" x 22")

Surrealist Set #1

-intro?

Basically my thoughts on future memories that I will create and ones that I have created. Writing allows me to reflect on them and see what I have gained from experiences. I'll see what I get out of this journal business in time.