Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Writing

I am not mathmatic; and while i understand its great depths of subtle magnus i keep my distance out of intimidation. Thusly, writing is my forte, an art of bullshitting critiqued by bullshitters efforting to be bullshat. the wondering mind is at home in this frontier, fenced in alone by the bullshitters ability to indulge hyperbole of emotions. math is cold in the sense that it is unforviging, confrontational, direct. Literature is cold in teh sense that it will look you through the eye, into ones soul, tell a minor fib so as to feel the reader out, then exploit found weaknesses. both have the capacity to frolic our universe for revelation, but only one will tell you what you want to hear.

my lover is a lover by circumstance, of circumstance.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

yo

still recording the final versions. between school and work schedules we end up having to do it during the day time... there was a quote in an issue of a public space i think where some dude named Levi (maybe it was the guy who did Levi jeans and he likes to write, also, idk), said he likes to work at night writing because he feeds off peoples dream energy or something.

at least we are close, right?

Sunday, January 18, 2009

twitter

http://twitter.com/shilzzz

i really don't understand the point, but a-one is on there.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Song Order - Demo Version

Now Here In Nowhere
The Last Song (Copernicus)
How Do I Sleep
Paper (Amended)
Fly
Candle