I won’t comment on a tragedy, or politics, or when famous people die. First and foremost, how does my position as a musician make my stance any more relevant? And secondly because people die. And my heart goes out to the victims of bombings, and the victims of everyone else killed across the country and world today and tomorrow, and my sympathy is for the families of these people, and not the distant sympathizers who make photoshop memorials and the perfect hash tag to commemorate a loss they appropriate. And these tragedies are commercialized instantly before they can be processed and I can’t abide a culture that commoditizes an experience so falsely. The families of those killed in bombings deserve as much sympathy as the families of those killed by drugs, murder, and premature cancer. No one deserves a premature death. We all deserve equal love and prioritizing that love is wrong and when you use someone else’s death or loss as an excuse to behave fearfully, you truly dishonor them and diminish their meaning. I implore you to think your own thoughts and feel how it is you feel.
i really do love you guys. it’s gonna be shit being away, but it’s whatever. i wanna say something deep and meaningful, but the words are stuck in the back of my throat. don’t ever compromise for anyone. stop worrying about what people think about you. do things for yourself. be fucking selfish once in a while. it’s not going to kill you. it might even make you happy. who knows? try new things, get out of your little shells. go outside. meet people. happiness is pretty easy to find once you figure out how to look for it.
me? i’m gonna do drugs, live in squalor and write until my fingers bleed. i refuse to die without the world knowing my name. i’m gonna fuck the world until my name is on every one of your lips. you’ve been warned.
i’ll be back. *terminator 2 music*
I have no taste for either poverty or honest labor, so writing is the only recourse left for me
Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives… and to the ‘good life,’ whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.
It’s a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die.
The greatest mania of all is passion. And I am a natural slave to passion. The balance between my brain and my soul and my body is as wild and delicate as the skin of a Ming vase.
“you took 3 oxys and 4 xanax? how are you even still conscious?”
“i’m not even feeling a buzz, honestly.”
conversations with my mom are the best.
Nature loves courage. You make the commitment and nature will respond to that commitment by removing impossible obstacles. Dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up. This is the trick. This is what all these teachers and philosophers who really counted, who really touched the alchemical gold, this is what they understood. This is the shamanic dance in the waterfall. This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering it’s a feather bed.
i’ll be on hiatus for an undetermined amount of time. have to sort some personal things out. see you guys soon.
