we put the fun in funeral

Tuesday, September 12, 2006


we go back down the vermin hole.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

"dying is what makes life feel so important"

i only wish i could mean more than the hair raising on your neck or the angel and devil on whichever shoulder you choose. peter pan afternoons in the breeze of the suburbs of chicago. i hope were your mayflower. i hope were your plymouth rock. black magic and all. lets make a pact. it always starts with some small "i" and ends with an apology or "im just seeing the world"- i need to become me. you know what i mean? if i dream, i hope i dream of this.

Monday, September 04, 2006

"the dreams in which im dying are the best ive ever had. i find it hard to tell. i find it hard to take. its such a very very..."

shutter shutter click click. the dancefloor looks so much better when youre on it. even three thousand miles away. split one between the two of us. ruby red out of your nose. its so pretty. diamonds in crimson. we are this city. swapping spit. they wouldnt get it. because love aint a headline. now boarding seatng group one (of a kind). less writing more living. i cant wait for this weekend.

Saturday, September 02, 2006

i am forever blowing bubbles....

you'd give it all up for an arm and a leg, the right ones that is. or you'd throw it all away for a deep breath of air off of the coast, salty and warm. i am forever playing musical chairs with hotels and rooms and sometimes even hearts. it looks like the set of some play off of the balcony. the buldings dont look real. the lights are too yellow, the grays are too clean. walked in the rain today. thought it would clear my head. wash it out. but it didnt. it only served to make it more foggy. a noah with out the ark, lion with out the jungle kind of thing. its a lonely thing to be loved(hated) by everyone. i love the way my name sounds when it come out of your mouth and crackles through my phone. i know its strange. i want to write more but it wont come out right.

i promised a continuation. i guess i didnt. not to you but to myself. i am filing the past year of my life right now. writes and wrongs. "potions for foxes" is going through my head. it is time to find a dancefloor or a movie to watch im not sure. im all over the place in all of the worst ways. i find myself missing you before i have even left. i dont want to go.

"youre bad news my friends all say youre bad news... but i like you..... we're all just potions for foxes..."

what floor is Brigitte Bardot on again?

everything reminds me of you. i have to keep this city awake. sleep soon i hope. i only remember the things i planned on saying after i hang up the phone.

Friday, September 01, 2006

"my love is electric..."

new york has been insane. the monkey on my back. personified by simi. he was amazing. all of the pictures where it looks like me and joe are kissing him are actually us blowing on his face, it kept him calm and sorted. he is in love with hot air being blown in his mouth- and besides who could ever expect us to dress in some designed bullshit for anything- 1880s represent. capes and monocles. but he represented us. i just cant even say the way the tears welled up in my eyes when i realized we could never be let down by you guys. everytime i think youre over us or whatever. it just makes me stutter. sorry for sounding stupid. im a bit tired. we have some cool things in store.

back to the studio this weekend. we will be back next year with new songs that might catch your ear if we are lucky.

smiles can come in the most unlikely of places. i am letting myself be happy. so thank you. i adore the reflection of the way you see me, even if i dont believe it. yes, i have a mullet. yes, i think of you far too much.

i promise you that you will love the new cobra starship record. the perfect soundtrack to makeout until dawn and drive home listening to. it will change your insides.

youd never guess but you made me bloom. by accident.

congratulations to our good friends in panic at the disco, 30 seconds to mars and all american rejects.

happy bday, joey t.

"tonight... i am a drug you cant deny...."

i miss hemingway. but honestly, thank you.