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The White Stripes – Apple Blossom Time (Live)

there is no one sexier than jack white. i just thought i would share this and give you an idea why the white stripes have been my favorite band since i was like 15 years old and i saw the dead leaves video on late night mtv and watched the stripes on conan when he was still ON late night. growing up is hard to do but at least i’ve had idols like jack, kurt and hunter. i am in good literary hands for all three of these men are literary geniuses and we all know how i feel about the way jack and kurt can play a guitar. each of them represent the most important things in my life so far: honesty, beauty, and poetry. i want to share my favorite moments from my heroes and idols so that the world will not overlook or forget them and their contributions to me and generations of dreamers and artists and writers and ever silent observers. i hope everyone enjoys the new blog i will be tackling (a list-blog but one that will be full of the most interesting things i can think to write about, i hope you will join me there, oh my brothers) your humble narrator will make it all better and show you what real music can do to the gulliver once left to sodding warp in the like sticky mess of mind-goo. go forth and prosper and perspire oh my little sissies and brothers because tomorrow we might be knocking down the door and busting out of these chests, shit we might be buried up to our necks or worse. we might not get a chance to say goodbye, god knows it’s happened before, so let’s pretend for now that goodbye is now so we won’t miss the chance later after life has handed us its last tart lemon…

it is beautiful outside, especially for an iowa summer. we are just breaking into july which means fireworks

i hope nobody blows their hands off but you can never be sure… i am drinking (slightly) if you call two beers (one shotgunned) and a strawberry margarita slightly drinking… i have never been a heavy drinker but i feel i better prepare myself… sparks might fly tonight.

not from me of course but we are hanging out with andy’s ex nikki tonight and we just so happen to live with andy and his new gf so i have no idea how this is going to work out. he was sent to the store with change to get more booze.

if that isn’t the answer… we surely be fucked, sucked or on a trip for biscuits or some such nonsense.

i rarely drink and type… i wouldn’t call this writing exactly… i suppose it is letters arranged in sentances, still it seems so insignificant but so does everything these days… everything so meaningless where i used to dream up meanings in everything.

still i hope the summer will be fun… we’ll see…

your attention please it is almost time to close, please pack the fuck up and get the fuck out!

i have been sitting here 8 hours (omg) can’t believe it… my seat has fallen asleep…

anyway, i just wanted to let you all know how boring it is working in a library… during the summer : /

maybe i can see the sun over the 4th of july–happy birthday AMERICA (not the band) about time you started acting a little more mature,

all these celebs are dropping like flies and mandy keeps writing silly-willy-itty-bitty-little-blogs (on the side) FOR SHAME.

you keep coming back for her charms (you’re so lucky) she will apologize now for stupid things she might type any second…

oh, and all the silly things she thought before

it seems like a silly title but it decribes someting i do all the time, i like to sit and think (whether in a sober state or otherwise) and generate memories and before long i have a million connections happening in my brain. it is my goal to write these down as i compile them in order to write a poem or a short story from my past memories. i will use this post to add to the list as it grows…

entries may range from lists to sentances to paraphraphs but i hope they will allow me to piece together things i have lost over the years…

thursday may 21:

all the times i got in trouble for not eating all my dinner in a timely fashion. two incidents that stick out are the fish sandwhich which DID have cheese on it and i did not want cheese and i fought with my parents insisting that there was cheese on it and they didn’t believe me and made me eat it anyway. the second instance was a time i had eaten earlier and wasn’t hungry. we were having chow mein which i really liked but wasn’t hungry enough to eat it all so i got in trouble and sent to my room crying

This is kind of a re-post because I made a video for one of my poems. I think it may have changed from the original so here you be:

Tall Tale
I scale a wall ten feet tall and curiously
fall to the forest floor. Tree roots grab ankles,
heels feel warm with moss growing between toes.
Leaping from log to stone in search of flowers
I absentmindedly wander into an overgrown graveyard.
Here heroes died and were laid to rest; now wild-birds
sing mourning songs and them build monuments:
make-shift nests in the chests of ancient trees
with rotting cavities for mouths and sickly
splintered fingers that grasp at grey clouds.
Fingernails scratch orange leaves
that cling to running legs.
I smell the growling breath of a stranger
I dare not raise alarm
a figure stands glued to a corner
his black eyes on me…