Second Avenue Subway!
get out of my ovaries:
I know you like flan, Betty. We all know.
Well, now that we don’t go to Nazi Germany’s laundromat, we can do whatever we want.
whatcha doin’ with that knife, gabby?
when or if
you say the silly words:
“i love you dearly”
and i rush to the hospital
with the goat, papaya,
and all of our relatives scream
at the horrible sight
of your mangled limbs
that will be the day
i finally understand
why you don’t like automobiles
I have finally moved Ego Hole off Tumblr—a popped and sinking rubber ducky in the sinking ship that is Yahoo—which is long overdo. I actually started doing this over a year ago, but I stopped due to other commitments. Knocked it out today, and I’m glad I did.
The site is more or less the same, except all of the fonts are way nicer and load speeds should be improved. A lot of the older posts are currently a bit of a mess, but I’ll be taking care of all that over the coming weeks.
Can you believe it’s been five years?
Here’s a really early version of song two from my last record, Claye. Unmixed, unfinished, and rough from the week of November 24, 2013. This song took months to finish.
This morning, I walked into our apartment and found Samara blasting punk rock and dancing with the cat.
She did not know that I was coming.
(strawberries are melting)
When you stop noticing and appreciating the beauty that surrounds you each day, you know that you’re spoiled.