these_days walking slowly home when it doesn't involve thoughts of you, i'm hardly interested. 021207 ... pilgrim These Days We Stand Rattling Sabers Squandering Rescources Ignoring Our Shortcommings Pointing Fingers Living Lies Doubting Deity's Existance We Pray to God Asking For Guidence We Ignore the Answer Declaring the Brotherhood of Man We Disenfranchise the Masses Declaring Fairness We Rig the Game in Our Favor Declaring Freedom We Enslave Ourselves to the Wage 030208 ... birdmad Morning seems strange, almost out of place (joy division) 030208 ... solitary I begin to feel that aged feeling creeping up on me, that moment in time where you reflect on your life and all you have are memories of times before now. I can feel my memories being made. I still have many more to look forward to, but now, I know that I am harvesting my internal memory book. 030208 ... raze i backed him up in a cafe where no one ever plugged in. sometimes the coffee maker was louder than the live entertainment. i wasn't supposed to play on the first two songs. but he opened with a toothless cover of jackson browne's most famous missive. it didn't have any accidentals in the key he chose. so i couldn't hit any bad notes as long as i stuck to the white keys. she was there, sharing a table with her daughter and her husband and my dad. somewhere i've still got the grainy video footage. there's one quick moment of harmony at the end of that song. for years i was sure i sang it without knowing i was moving my lips. now i think it was probably her. it's hard for me to believe i was ever dense enough to think he was my friend. i was never any more than a means to an end. don't confront me with my failures. i have not forgotten them. 221012 what's it to you? who go blather from