The professional people admire your vision but prefer you to be theirs. The perfectly dressed, perfectly built, witty men of the west find you a bit nerving. Like a college with no students and an olive with no pit. I work endlessly on pacifying the endlessly disappointed mouths of the future folk, and for a reason unknown. So today, I will sip wine and spit venom at them when I must, like they...
How Hot Inside
How hot is it? Mellow, and uneven. A pace too fast like a wolf. The sharp sheen feelings of blood flowing. I honor our world every day when I wake. I spread my butter on my bread and put my children to bed. I am attracted to my woman’s breasts and I wear my glasses when I read. I buy new shoes when my old shoes wear. I cross puzzles and watch baseball and compare players. I wear collared...
“See The Potential Within You”, very close to completing tracking. Ship shape shop sheep record.
It’s not need. It’s not want. It’s not lust. It’s not will. It’s not force. It’s not loss. It’s not cause. It’s not thought. It’s not love.
You want to go where you know, you can always go. With a poor choice of words, intellect can be purged and our purity re-leashed. Like the dog and his man show misjudgment of task, we can’t let the beast take power. I deserve some credit for reserving my credit for artists who deserve it, but a transplant of self can turn death into life or a shore into a graveyard. I’m far too dumb to...
Enclosed. Half Entailed
There is time spent on memories of women. There is time spent on clothing. There is time spent on half-ass hazardous immorality. There is time spent on the lovely trails of the young people who grow in the fields around them. There is time spent on the pairs that never paired and the single students who never learned themselves. There are moments spent forgetting how you got where you are and why...
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Check out their page, great photo’s of a lot of great New York bands. They were nice enough to shoot our set November 6th at Club Europa opening for Crime In Stereo for one of two of their final New York shows ( as well as our set opening for Glassjaw last December at Maxwell’s in New Jersey). Really great shows. Long live CIS! Thanks Rebecca!!
Check out Chris Miller and his crew Seagle killin’ it on the streets.
To a fiance that will never be mine.
It’s over. It is all over. I let love go, and I will never see it again. I loved my baby, and I still do, but she never was my baby. I wish I could fill the footprints to her house with my feet. But it is too cold tonight. I have made my life too cold to leave the cage I dwell. Chelsea, be forever the catalyst to my longings. I could not tell you why one person would deny the love that...
Under The Belly
Choosing a bride by flipping a coin. Amalgams of very strange colors. My children will own toys. They will lose their senses in sandboxes because the sun will be too harsh. They’ll want to drink and I won’t provide. In a mountain a cave of lost children love and think of their parents. The clothing they wear were bought at malls and sold by other children. I can’t begin to...
Mikey's Multimedia Mondays #1
Hello internets, and welcome to the first weekly installment of Mikey’s Multimedia Mondays. Every monday i shall show you something of interest contained in this crazy place called the world wide spiderweb that will probably blow your head off in amazing-ness. So without further ado, everyone take a moment of silence to thank Al Gore for creating the internet, and after that, let’s get...
We delivered our minds like envelopes. We read about our bodies in our studies. We adjusted our lips to fit with another’s. We watched films about wild naked women reciting voodoo while they cut their wrists. They used their blood to paint. I romantically indicated the unveiling of one of the women’s breasts and I thought how pleasant it would be to be inside her. I informed myself...
You let love pass you. It will never pass you Again.
Music does not bring people together. Egotistical slumps. Whores that fuck themselves with their own self piteous deity’s. No one learns anymore. No one learns anymore because no one wants to listen. Music does not bring people together anymore. Music deafens, music breeds war. No one understands the impersonal behavior of critiquing another one’s taste. Weren’t only...
I dreamt of a theatre with carpeted walls and ceilings. They were blackened by the cryptic keels of my memories feelings of fear. Insatiably royal, I noticed gold tapestry and petulant room maidens fitting their wealthy leaders clothing along the curves of their suffered hands. They thought about smiling instead of smiling. I saw their children in their faces, and I watched they’re impugned...