Stoned and comfy talkin on skype
the long john game.
Run With the Hunted is breaking up and I am going to have to go to that Seattle show. I gotta see my dudes one last time.
Deafheaven // Churchill’s Pub, Miami // 6.15.14
ink on paper (24 x 32 cm)
jesus christ, why is love so lonely?
all water on earth
evaporates into steam and erupts from the ground,
does anyone else feel guilty?
like I did it all myself.
ink and gouache on paper (21 x 29,7 cm)
Feels like I’m losing my mind,
like i’m losing everything,
like my body is a prison I can’t escape.
This is a sadness, that only loneliness can bestow.
Pick up the pieces of your broken soul,
weld them to your bones.
i didn’t go to work for a month
i didn’t leave my bed for eight days straight
i haven’t hung out with anyone
'cause if I did, i'd have nothing to say
try to make it all die
and smash away.
bury it deep,
laugh in it’s face,
roam wild and free
but you’re boring
you’re running circles
nothing is working
and it shows.
it’s not important, all the things you hate
running in circles, gasping for air
you want something special
something new to you
nothing is good enough
just the light from a screen dull on your face
staying up late
trying to wish it away.