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

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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