South Eden

"It started With a clasp of what would seem as electric energy. I AWOKE running through a nailbomb of screaming and utter confusion. The walls of the apartment complex peeled off like the skin of some trophy hunt meat on a wood fire. An older man in a blue dress stood at the edge of the neighbors doorway crying. Hands over face, piss soaked carpet/legs. A discordant pitch sounded and i was launched into a fever of fevers. I pushed through the smoke and flesh hoping to find an exit...some sort of mute button to this whole swirl of violence and static. But upon entering the concrete stairwell between the second and first floor, i was halted. A grinding, screeching halt. A resolving note sounded. Pure and alone; Solitary and cleansing. The hum brought me to my knees. I spit up bile and blood like a sprinkler on a summer afternoon. I prepared for what some would call "the end." Instead i laid myself into another fit. Now a woman, not her. not here."

Experiments In Nocturnal Sound and Energy

Finally found the energy to not fall asleep early like usual and had a night much like that of last summer.

just me, the streetlights, and some music.

i wanted to capture my contentment and all i had was my cellular phone, so due was made.


























Playlist:
Towers - Full Circle
Castevet - Summer Fences
Dolcim - Guillotine Ride

We held hands on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated
along the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea
and the shattered seasons lay,
and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes
of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked
if you would accompany me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't for two.
I rode alone.
You said, "The cinders are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.
Of blue and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon
and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched
into the earth like a message

- AFI - spoken word at the end of Sing The Sorrow

I remember this would come on the cd player when i was hanging out with my friends late at night and we would all kind of stop and just listen to this part. It may be AFI poetry or whatever, but its....elegant...or at least nostalgic, to me at least. This album reminds me a lot of being young and staying up all night for no reason at all.

its 5 a.m. i can hear birds. lets call it a night, ok?

Horizons

so guts and glory is finally done.
after about a year and a half run with them ( me playing bass), its over.
met a lot of cool people
had too much fun
landed about 10,000 of the sickest posi jumps known to man.

our last show was a lot of fun. we played with local War Of Ages who are a local metal band who have been in the area forever. i guess they are pretty big or something now.............

anyways, we got a great crowd response and i feel like we all had a great time. it was a good ending note and we got to cover Next Year by Champion and play my favorite guts and glory song Friend Neighborhood Posi Band. I'm not sure if that last bit is a joke or not (you'd have to know the song to determine it for yourself.)

It was laid to rest well.

now casey, mark, brent and i have our eyes set to Biter.
you will have to wait a few months to know anymore about that one.
but rest assured, Biter will be something......different.

quick side note: going to ISIS, Pelican, and Keelhaul tonight in Cleveland with my brothers. it will be nice to spend time with them both as i don't get to often.

i need a little more of this in the monitors please:


bro record listening nights are always the best nights. vinyl nerd 4 lyfe.

also, got a new tattoo that I'm very happy with


received that from Jake Miller at Ink Assassins in Erie. Great dudes/art/establishment. strongly recommended.

so other than all that jazz, life is pretty normal.
writing some stuff for a piece of literature I'm working on, work 5:30 a.m. to 1:30 p.m. just about everyday and hanging with the roomies. Working on some jams for a possible screamo/emo/powerviolence thing (if you would like to jam this type of stuff, PLEASE get at me because it seems like no one in this area cares about this type of music at all.)

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