Some more gems from yesterday
Some more gems from yesterday
It takes a lot to take a picture of me
Also I think I need a haircut and maybe a shave? I can’t decide if I want my beard back.
Today my friend poked me with a needle to give me a tattoo which commemorates the one year anniversary of me no longer poking myself with needles.
Throwback to this picture where I’m wearing one of my favorite suits.
I played a gig tonight at a pizza place and I got free pizza and got to play for only like 8 people, four of whom were friends and I had to play a two hour set but it was still great and I had a ton of fun.
It’s really nice being able to do what I love doing. Life is really good, and I’m really proud of myself for how much I’ve turned my shit around since last year. I never thought I’d be at this point, ya know?
Sincerely, a guy.
I felt like I needed to post this. I’m sick of seeing hate all over the goddamn place.
Carry on into the streetlight, darlings.
Your beds are on fire and there’s dirt below your nails.
You’re buried in caskets you built for yourselves
You’re trying so hard you’re trying to fail
And fail and fail.
The forest doesn’t hum it growls,
It claws in fear and hate and it can smell
The stench of failure on you,
It can taste the oil on your clothes.
“Let’s go back”, the taillights fade as they speak,
The silence is golden, broken, and weak
And there’s miles to go before you sleep
Miles away from sleep.
You’re all violent and unkind,
Kissing windless days and self-satisfied
And someone I know died today,
Threw his hands up, quit,
Just walked away, his patience
Waned, his body wracked
With shit so heavy
He couldn’t look back and
There’s a million ways to die
But only one way to go.
I’m getting older, going somewhere
I’ve learned some rules
And broken most of them
I’m getting slower, but not much wiser
This chrome is burning,
The engine’s on fire
I’m getting older, But I’ll never sleep
The taillights fade, and so they speak
“I’ve got promises to keep”
I’m a lover, I’m a loser, I’m a thief.
The taillights fade and so they speak
“One whole year, you’re rid of me”
Three six five in one two three
I’m getting older, but Christ, I’m free.
I have to work kill me
Sometimes I miss my villainous facial hair
For a hot second I was really into bandannas and dressing like a carny.
humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds,…
you must be fun at parties
I’m a fucking blast, goddammit.
Everyone likes talking about the futility of life, right?
Look, I love life, it’s great. People are great. But part of why we’re great is that we’re literally SO FUCKING SHITTY. If that makes any sense. I just hate when people are like “wow! Everything is awesome, us people we’re swell, just chillin and partying all the time wow” that’s not what being human is. Being human is about being an inherently shitty, self-interested creature that sometimes does really great things before we die. We’re all terrible. We’re the fucking worst. But that’s part of what makes us so fucking rad.
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Or buy my music stuff if you like it and want me to love you forever. nickbrady.bandcamp.com
Tell me things I am bored lesprisenpati.tumblr.com/ask