in need of some guidnunc…

i'm listening to “wish you were here” going in the same circles, but i think as i round the corner for the nth time, i might be one step closer to freeing myself. to be honest, i don't understand love. i think i have an idea, but that's just greeting cards and bad movies. i […]

it has begun!

Mark your calendars kids, cause December 28th is gonna be rocktastica. Yes, Virginia, there will be a Topher christmas party, and do you know why? It begins with and L and ends with an Aura fucking Nesson. With a guest list like that, how can we fail?! I'm thinkin' movies kill everyone so there'll be […]

can someone please call a surgeon?

don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures erm. yeah. latest obsessions is the postal service if anyone was wondering [DISCLAIMER: this deadjournal is like all my others. long and rambly. i make these because i'm too lazy to hand write in […]

seems so out of context

So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell, blue skies from pain? can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? a smile from a veil? do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? hot ashes for trees? hot air for a […]

for your eyes only…

my keyboard smells like wet puppies why did it take me four years to realize lots of amazing music comes from omaha (the emo comes from omaha statement makes more sense now)? i'm back to needing a coin operated boy. maybe i should just get an operation. something about the lottery. sorry, three cherries.