5/18/13, 1:55AM
Is something wrong?
Grumbling Creature
What’s Jer listening to?
Radiohead
The King of Limbs
“Bloom” - A very mystical, rhythmic sensation whilst the drummer boy marches.
“Morning Mr. Magpie” - The unidentified object slowly releases the door’s latch. Frantic and uneasy, the thoughts scatter. Run for your lives. It’s coming.. it’s coming quick! Hurry. Hurry!
“Little by Little” - Build it, build it, hurry it up. We’ve not a lot of time now, we’ve got no time at all.
“Feral” - Spirits come out alive in the scattered trees. Stop.
“Lotus Flower” - Can’t you see? I’ll do whatever you want.
“Codex” - Relapse.
“Give Up the Ghost” - Don’t hurt yourself over what’s not there.
“Separator” - Cycling the recycle through; It’ll be alright. There’s no need to worry about it any longer.
5/16/13, 1:37PM
House in view, don’t walk away from me. Can’t you see all the sweet, sweet happiness you could store in your floorboards? The loving embrace we could keep going on and on in there. It’s too good to be true, but here you are, and here I am. I’ll love you, won’t you love me back? It’s as simple as that. Now to set the table square.
Another song, another song! Glorious me, another song. Do you feel what I feel? Listen again, listen again! How may we go on from here, my love? We set sail for the high tide, my dear.
Remnants - Jer from P.o.t.N.
A condensed city, buildings filled-in grey, mundane, shriveled up. On a stoop about half past that stop sign to the right is a man stricken oddly with an unfamiliar disease. He coughs crimson colours pouring through his grimacing grips. Shaking through tonight’s twelve inch downpour shoving down the smoke billowing thoroughly. Smoking wet cigarettes poses as a feat of the criminally insane why won’t the car turn off. Signalling to stay away clearly the bunny woman keeps walking on the curb, not alley ways with yellow rain boots stomping in the puddles; she has eyes wide open. What does a toothless git have to do to get a little food around here? Though there is no threat, this city could be home to you too.
What’s Jer listening to?
Tame Impala
Innerspeaker
“It’s Not Meant to Be”
5/14/13, 10:55PM
I never cared about your problems because I have problems too. Not your scars. Nor your oddities. But you caressed me to the ground with your presence. And forever I lay down.
Forever today I lay down, down, down.
Rumours - the lunchtime sardine club from Icecapades
The Lunchtime Sardine Club - Rumours
For the record, this is NOT a Fleetwood Mac tribute. However, it is something that brought me out of the disappoint that is the new Daft Punk album [Just so you know, I liked 2 songs on it, the rest was meh]. This seems to me to be a daydreamy solo project/creative outlet for Oliver Newton, drummer for Yndi Halda, to where the sound is very enervated, he just seems tired and worn out. But not in the worse way but more due to living life.
From what I can find out there is a proper release, Icescapads, due out in August on the Sonic Anhedonic Recording Company.
What’s Jer listening to?
That ^^^^^^^^^^
5/14/13, 1:22PM
Made another song, feels good. Keep the trend going.
Vinyl sorting and sorting vinyl again. Probably going to be broke by the end of this week. Broke every week.
Sell minivan to get “better” vehicle. Gotta sell the van first, man.
Moving out would be so nice. What am I gonna do.
Alone - Jer from P.o.t.N.
Gathering thoughts. Processing.
Loading. Buffering.
Cannot complete command.
Restarting…
Do you want to save anything..?
Would you want to save anything..?
Force restart..
WELCOME!
Gathering thoughts..
Gathering thoughts.. completed.
5/14/13, 12:44AM
Alone tonight, but I think of you.
Distorted - Jer from P.o.t.N.
What is that.
Did you hear it?
No simple child, it is just a noise.
Okay, mother.
WHAT IS THAT?
DID YOU HEAR IT?
No simple child, it is just a noise.
Okay, mother.
Sleep easy, child. There is nothing to fear.
Nothing to tear you away from me.
Nothing, do you hear me? Nothing.
Yes, mother.
Yes.
And you know I love you right, child?
Yes mother, I know. I love you too.
And I love you a whole lot.
I love you a whole lot.
5/13/13, 8:57AM
Wake up to eyes wrinkled with burdens. Who’s pushing me around?
Dreaming of stories with lost opportunity girls. I didn’t like them. I don’t anymore, anyway.
Mouth is the desert every morning. Who wants to make out? Keep away; I’m distorted.
Distorted.
5/13/13, 12:01AM
I gotta stop eating so much.
Sleeping is becoming restless. How does that make sense, even?
Burned away pests.
5/12/13, 1:31PM
It’s Mother’s Day. Got nothing for you, Ma. Sorry. Maybe a poem.
I feel extremely selfish. And I should feel that way. I mean, example number one: ^^^^^^^^^^^^^
The rag-tag team sure has a way of making you feel sorry. Making you feel sick. Making you feel..
So I smoked before going into work. Everyone was staring at me as they got out of the car. They all shake theirs.
I’m just being more honest. I still lie too much.
Confrontation gets at me like a tick sucking the blood.
And I hate serving people. Fuck.
You’ll have yours, amigo. Take it easy, square.
