I'm

i'm stressed about money
i'm depressed about nothing
i'm impressed by the Neve
i'm drinking coffee

as for now,
mixdown signal flow

i'm angry

i'm furious right now. everything today was going perfectly. grr im just so fucking pissed i cant even let it out in words. all i have done is get pissed, pace around and go pump some iron....damn straight i worked out, and it helps me be less angry. but only until my muscles stop throbbing. then i need it again. and again

one step inside doesnt mean im yours

the neighborhood is setting off fireworks

episode 1 season 11

make me beautiful

dr john gris gris

it is amazingnessivity.

!!!

like i give a shit,
like i give a shit about that fuck


Sunday 5 September 2010 tempe arizona ITS ON

broken drum

I see you there
Your long black hair
Your eyes just stare
Your mind is turning

You know I'll laugh
And I won't take it back
I've seen your eyes I know
What you're thinking

And one by one
We'll shoot our guns
We'll have fun
Don't ever doubt it

And when I say
Fare thee well
My only friend
Oh how the days go

Your setting sun
Your broken drum
Your little drugs

I'll never forget you
Never
Forget
You

said

the creeps attenuate the living, the grace slips over us like an icy glass of whiskey drink
it holds onto us until we believe what we see is a dream
it blurs together of some wholesome colors, and gets the color puke
Crayola brand
puke in hair

realizing these streets connected to the trees and lampposts attached to the sky line
wires manage to seep into your home
we are held together by these invisible lines, the network of the community
our lives are just a small smudge on the timeline of everything
about 60 years for me,
no one will know we ever stepped foot on this earth.
so why do we continue trying to figure things out? because it might end up saving our asses. where is our cure for aging? it’s the future right now and we don’t have any of that cool shit the old movies promised. Ahhh the movies, engineered so precise she holds the universe between her thighs. the gateway to creating another life. so now we can all be skid marks with little splatters that make their own skid marks. maybe that would make them remember. if we have a long line of successful people in the family. then people MIGHT look back in time and see the whole families stretch marks. we try and hold on so hard for these years that are promised to leave. what can one man (or woman) do to make things better for EVERYONE? i don’t know. do you? if we all shared the same shoes it would do nothing. so we’re covered there. if you have an answer to this question please email me: justuscaruso@gmail.com
and why is it so important for human beings to want to feel remembered? after we’re dead and gone it doesn’t matter to us. is this just fairy tell propaganda that everyone needs? it may control the people but it doesn’t help me. kissing so many untouched things in the end won’t count for a god damned thing.

capatalastamisterasm

no i wont put my hair up, i'm punk rock

today i started rolling my own cigarettes

today history will not repeat itself. it gets a cover closed on it and is put on the shelf above the encyclopedias. new pages haven’t even been made to write on yet. step one, you need trees to make paper so i cut some down. step 2 i need to write with something so i slice a shiny mark into my hand and dip a stick. step 3 figure out what to write.(this is where new life begins)

closer than next door neighbor

that echo was fucking weird yo
its like a destination callin g for spiders
ase
btchs