June 2013
Guys, I’m on twitter. @EddietheKook. :]
When will I learn to ash,
as burdened by flame?
To, with discreet poise,
shed the flotsam
that slinks under my tow?
As ragweed I have slept,
massive-like, beneath such mindful,
mayoral, dutiful, jimson.
Yet, do I,
and with what taste,
flourish beyond my ambrosia?
Not with so deep
this budgeted austerity.
Such rigor, mind I,
has been attained:
standing naked in the
driest of swells
Might an oiling
break these fittings?
To splash among
softer nettles?
Might I cascade amok?
To indicate revival?
Suffer lesser aches?
Ignite?
Might I ash
and shed
and bend?
Might I arrange
my own being?
I have hauntings.
I have embers.
I now seek lighter commons.
Might I be obliged?
May 2013
Why is there no one to talk about Joanna Newsom with?
Tattoo #1:
…my garden…
…someone else’s flowers…
Tattoo #2:
Go long,
right over the edge of the earth.
A lot of you tumblr folk make me feel egregiously uncool.
I wish I could express the influence David Bowie has upon me.
“Both Sides Now” - Joni Mitchell
“Well something’s lost and something’s gained in living everyday.”
I think I finally figured out what one of my tattoos will be.
I have boredom.
Baltimore - Randy Newman
“Texas Girl at the Funeral of Her Father” by Randy Newman.
From the album Little Criminals, 1977.
Picked up a near-mint Wings Over America LP set, with the double-sided poster for a buck fifty at the local Salvation Army today. Lucky find I think.
April 2013
I wish you the same, anon. Soon will will be unburdened and celebrating the summer. Glorious days ahead of us. Much love. :]
How lovely of you! Haha. I am not doing much aside from listening to Kashmir, wishing college was cancelled from tomorrow until exam week, and enjoying the fortunes life is providing me this day. :] I hope you are doing very well, dear anon.
It’s getting hard to remember the feeling of receiving anonymous messages. O.O
Maybe it’s just me, but I think drinking alcohol while you eat is just a massive waste of alcohol.
“Now maybe no one else has told you so
But you’re golden, baby
Black Gold with a diamond soul”Esperanza Spalding
Happy End - Natsu Nandesu
also: Yuck’s cover