THURSDAY NOV 19TH

IM PLAYING A SHOW FOR A FRIEND THATS GONNA BE IN TOWN.
PLEASE COPY AND PASTE THIS EVERYWHERE.
PLEASE COME OUT.



THANK YOU

death is coming.

keep your ears open.

I'VE GOT NOTHING

neither do you.

i walk home the same way every night

how much time do i have left?
everyday is like a bullet in the head
the pain of seeing what i've become
is more than i can stand.
blink an eye, the years go by
and things change so fucking fast.
nobody told me that growing up
would mean growing apart.
you make friends, you lose friends
you find love, your heart breaks
you look back, and break down.

so many questions im not finding any answers

OURS LIVES

I'll write the song again,
About the one who thought life wasn't his friend.
Why would he want his words to be shared?
When no one listens, and no one cares.

Pretty Adults

you kay?

oh whaddup god

ACAB

tourists

seeeee ya later.

Youngest Son

and the newest addition to my family.



his name is doom.

New Digs

welcome.








well, there's the basic idea.

we move in on this tenth of july two thousand nine anno domini.

i plan on having a small housewarming get together to welcome our friends to our new home.

God's Son

Away.


Home.

open later than you think.

killin' time before it kills me.

"baka! baka! baka!" - Notorious B.I.G.

the new hatebreed cover album is better than i expected.

doom brothers.

yeah, we're ghey.

Lost Wages, Nevada

delia got big

always in tattoo shops

too much baby rage



and now im back home...

long time comin

i forget i have this thing. it's not very useful or fun. but then again neither is anything on the internet really.

i'm in phoenix. about to see beau. missed a meeting at work and now my stomach hurts. got to hang with larry for like a week and its been good for both of us.

i need to get my own fucking house already. that time is comin up quick but not quick enough for me.

vegas trip is sneakin up on me, cant wait to see my little caden and all of my boys. its gonna be good. seein folsom three nights in a row aint too bad neither.

Folsom

my boys in folsom have a new jam up on the 'space.
check it.

"how do i explain why i live this way to my friends and family? they'
ll never feel the way i feel, just tell me how bad i failed"

i'm diggin it hard.

rebirth.

out with the old in with the new.


(click it bigger)

"passin' time i pick my brain, on the paths that i have slain.
in the casket where i lay made of an ashtray full of pain.
they get the last laugh on a vandals life slipping from his hands,
and he just can't grasp the plain living lonely and unexplained."

can't wait...

i remember reading this with my old man when it was just me and him. i was a much smaller version of myself then. good times.

everytime.

fridays are my mondays

so the weekend begins again.
missed 13$ tattoo's again,
it won't be the last time they're offered.

i'm eating a cup of cream of asparagus soup, with a cold glass of squirt soda.
my stomach and chest are in a state of general unrest. where it should be warm and cozy, it's cold and filled with knots. almost time to disappear into my headphones again...

this is the beginning, and i know you can't really see it..

that's the point.

i am poor.
i carry a gun.
i am losing my mind.
i have things to tell you...

you don't want to know them.

this is where it begins.