A weblog about music, mostly. Definitely a Deftones record, this is neither a bad thing nor a great thing. Reminds me of Lou Reed? This may seem.

Some pages to check out. Alas, poor fools the creatures swimming round,. The sweetest fruits above them, quite too far. Trapped in a world of constant drifting sound. The same algae is not quite up to par. A shadow, shaking, shining same in shape. But shouldering a shameful thirst and want. Creatures with scales and fins and mouths agape. Can not enjoy the strong, yellowy taunt.

Last night, in my dreams, i killed myself. I dug deep into the ground. Until the light lost me. And my lungs filled with earth. I turned to stone,. And i felt the fire. It was what i wanted. Last night, in my dreams, i died. I swam into the depths. Until the air in my body. I held the darkness close,. Last night, in my dreams, i died.

Only slightly better than the Crabapple trees. There have been some few words of. The black holes through space came sparks. I saw the face through the glass. Screwed up in concentration,. That might be all it takes. What he knows is the feeling,. Waiting with his hands shoved deep. In the pockets of his. Winter in cold maine, on the stoop,.

There are scars on my arm. But the lines sketch a song. Of a lover dressed as a soldier. And in the spaces in between. This poem is actually totally nerdy. Is now crawling up the shore.