Is something wrong?
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!...
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.
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 tonight, but I think of you.
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.
I gotta stop eating so much. Sleeping is becoming restless. How does that make sense, even? Burned away pests.
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...
DON’T CARE FOR YOUUUUUUUUUUU—-. Singing is fun. Ever have that feeling of happiness? Ever have that feeling of happiness, and it’s all do in part to your own creation, well-being, and admiration for what you like? AWWWEEEE YEAAAHHHHH. That’s it. That’s what I got. That’s me. Back to singinggGGGGgGGGGG—-!
What’s Jer listening to? Minus the Bear ...
Getting over a lot of things. Getting better ideas. Getting there. Getting over the hill. It feels so nice out. Keep it together.
Drink my life away.
Tripped last night. Such a powerful thing. So much happiness. So much bliss and nirvana. Instant contentment. Crazy crazy crazy. Wrote another song. Another fun little diddy. Singing all my songs right now. So fun. WooOoOooOoOOOoooOoo. Gotta keep it going, man. Keep it going, even.
Interview with Panera’s tomorrow. I hope my brother isn’t late to work again. I really hope it’s better there, I don’t want to be in the mall anymore. Hoping to sort vinyl tomorrow too. I totally wanna see what they got in that store. Feel more in control. Can’t stop now.
Spent only $15 today. Very accomplished on saving money for the first time. Drove more than I wanted to. I think if I sell my car to my brother, I won’t get another car, but instead, maybe a moped. Or a bike with an engine on it. Motorcycle, even? Even. Got well acquainted with dude who owns a record store. I might be sorting records, and possibly getting paid in records. What a dream. My...
Got my tickets to the Austra concert in Brooklyn yesterday. How sweet. Can’t wait to buy all the t-shirts. My friends threatened they’d institutionalize me. Gotta stop being sad/mad. Started reading my song book more and more. Getting ideas for what they’ll sound like is cool. Free comic book day is today. Gotta get me some comics. Dope deals too. Hope I can keep myself from...
I played three hours of basketball yesterday. Get real. It’s my sister’s birthday today. I probably won’t see her today, even. I bit off all of my nails on my left hand to the clip, and I hate myself. Got that other book my supposed future self hand-delivered to me, gonna check that out, and get better at writing songs. Whoopie.
Got work in fifty minutes, how am I gonna keep myself preoccupied today? Book from future self sucks real bad. IF he really is me from the future, he likes shitty books, or wanted to show me anyone can do it, you just have to make up a bunch of bullshit, and send it somewhere. Somewhere where the sun don’t shine, maybe. Working on a song called, “Carry Me”. Lars makes a real...
I slept for almost sixteen hours yesterday. Wasn’t feeling right, mentally. Woke up, showered, picked up some weights, sat down next to that air organ, played something, thought of something stupid: me. Need to stop worrying about so much. I’ve got time. I’ve got things to think about otherwise. About to start reading this book that I believe was given to me by my future self;...
I don’t think I’ll ever get out of this, whatever this is, and it harms me to say that there’s no way I can do this myself. I wrote two more songs in my song book. I’m afraid I’ve been doing the same thing over and over again. Like this fucking robot popping out the zeros and ones. Growing old over consistencies, slowly drifting away. Get to the end already. ...
I really suck at being social. Can’t talk right, unless I’m drinking. How will I ever get a girl this way? How did I get them before? Keep thinking about myself while at friend’s house. I have to stop that. Why does she wear makeup? She didn’t before. Maybe to scare me away? I feel like I’ve become manipulated into who I am. Yet again, I’ve allowed for this...
I get paid to sit around, and do whatever I like, all the while of getting paid eight dollars an hour. I have to serve customers every so fairly rarely often because the mall I work at is based around a work the weekdays get the weekends off white suburbia, so weekdays are always dead. For those that are unfamiliar, I serve frozen yogurt and smoothies at a place my Dad owns called Yogen Fruz. My...