one huge and useless roar

"I wonder why the wind keeps blowing you through my mind"

i am happy. really happy. i went on another bikeride today and did some yoga. i feel good. im pretty broke but i bought an ipod shuffle so i can have some good tunes while im floating around in jamaica and bike riding around stinktown :)

i just spent entirely way too much time making a playlist that was only supposed to be 10 songs long. took a reaaaally long time. i could have been doing something a lot more productive but ill just blame it on temecula. after looking over the final result of it, i have come to the realization that i should either be on heroin or be living in another time period. or both. neither of those are going to happen. unless oscar builds me a time machine out of kitty litter. for some reason a bunch of the tracks wont play on blogger but they will on my myspace page. no idea. i wish i was in san francisco right now.

here it is. the weird thing is, i wish i could add so much more to it but i cant really figure out why because i have all this music in my itunes and i know no one else is going to listen to the whole thing anyways. technological addiction?

if youre bored...
toddhido.com ... i really love this guys photography
http://wiredpope.com/sticks.html ... entertainment for the coordinated

no matter how many years pass, these words are still just as amazing as when i first heard them...

You turn on a spindle.
You are so much looser now
but you're not explaining how you gained such new repose.
I touch the clasp of your locket,
with its picture held,
some secret you wouldn't tell but let it choke your neck.
So we imagine a darkness where all shapes divide,
solids changing into light, with a burst of heat so bright.
Well fine, don't you do what I want you to.
Don't degrade yourself the way I do because
you don't depend on all the shit
that I use to make my moods improve.
Near a sea of pianos, there were waves of chords
that crashed against the shore
in one huge and useless roar.
And there were girls bringing water,
like a dream they came to cure the fever of my brain,
and soothe my burning throat.
And they made me a necklace,
hanging beads of sweat on a string of my regrets,
and placed it round my neck and they were singing,
Don't you do what you've wanted to.
Yeah, don't destroy yourself like those cowards do
and maybe the sun keeps coming up
because it has gotten used to you
and your constant need for proof.

ps this video



<3 jes