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.

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?

twitter

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

Song Order - Demo Version

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

Back Cover?

i hope it appears bigger on the actual page... it's a picture from the dumbo movie where all those weird technicolor elephants were there because dumbo was tripping or something. i just like the idea of the two guys with the electricity between them... it's a tone

Casa - Way early demo

like i mean i just got a skeleton beat like two days ago and just spent like a half hour in garage band and it's early and it's been a long day and fuck it. it wont be anything like this when it's done. but at least you know we're working. on some weird stuff. like a minute long. we'll see where it goes.

download: Casa (Early Demo Version 1)

:)

There isn't much i need/
a solid soul and the blood i bleed/
there lived a little girl/
...
a proper house/
is all we want/
i don't care for those fancy things/

i don't want to seem like i care about material things/
like a social status/ i just want 4 walls and adobe slabs
for my girls

whatever... this song is the shit. it's emotional, dog.