What if the daggers morn no man?
It's 11:13 now. And I am awake....

I have to work tonight, and I am awake. Because they broke the cardinal rule; No music before noon when someone works thirds. But damn, that Holy Grail does wonders on Josh's guitar. And Jimmy's keyboard is amazing.

I think I will go down there, and if they jam something fast or maybe slow and creepy, I will sing and freestyle some poetry.

I am also hungry.

The Gust of Mutts Pt.2 - Brought his heart to the ghosts
Fuck. I had a huge update... And then it disappeared... Fuck....

I'll start over. Kinda...

I'm writing songs. And the snow is beautiful. I am at Denny's. And I feel at ease. Though I can't stop thinking... Ugh. But at least I have my friends all around. But you know, sometimes friends just don't cut it. It's been far to long since I have seen Kevin. That's my younger brother, whom I love more then anyone. He turns 16 December 10. What the fuck... When did he grow up? When did I turn 20? It just happened. I was 18, in high school. I had friends. I had a sweet girlfriend. And then, BAM, I'm fucking 20 years old. I mean, I still feel like I'm 18. But, I don't think the same way I do. I'm so much more chill. I still am insane. I'm still retarded and a fucking weirdo.

But I'm so.. Mature. I feel it. Like, in my thought process. I can look back at the last year... And see how fucking selfish I was. And you know what, I can't redo any of it. But, if I could, I would only do certain things different. Man, I was so blind. I had all that I could want. But I took it all for granted. Wow.

But, shit. I have amazing friends with me at Denny's. How can I complain? Mer, damn that thought process... Oh well, so I am surprisingly pleased. At least we are talking. Friendship is better then nothing.

I am artistic again. I am happy with that. I rabble.

The Gust of Mutts Pt.1 - This Grave called my name
Well, this is my first woohu post... And yet I am, as usual, at a loss as to what to say.

Hmmm, well, I will start with the worst thing that has happened to me recently; I was walking home from work to clear my mind, cause I had almost gotten into a fight with a rude and unruly customer. As I was walking, two girls booked it past me. I stood there confused. I continued to walk and then I come across two officers in full on riot gear and carrying semi-auto rifles.

So, they told me to stop, threw me to the ground(I offered little resistance) and started asking me questions, with a rifle in my face. After awhile, they asked me my name and the one officer asked me if I was related to anyone name Eddie. I said yes, he's my uncle. So he uncuffed me and then was all like, "I went to high school with him! How is he? Man, the last time I saw you, you were like 2 years old!" I was lost... But hey, beats having a rifle pointed at me.

Speaking of cops, I have to testify in court. Fun fun. But that's for another day.

So, I have been writing a lot lately. I think I will post a song I wrote.
forgive my terrible spanish.

A Poem for if I was Damned


[Verse I]
looking for a way to remove my sin,
looking for a way to peel back my skin.
If I knew the way to Heaven,
I'm eleven halos past seven

[Verse II]
The hands of Oblivion are on me
but all I can think of is how you are all that I see.
The torments of the damned are far less
then the pains of falling from bliss.

[Chorus]
I hear the whispers of my name,
spoken from your lips.
Stagnate love from a stagnate kiss

[Verse III]
With all the sleep brought by vipers chokehold
Could it be so bereft, could I be so bold?
To ask you, my widow, can the scales be so cold.

[Chorus]
I hear the whispers of my name,
spoken from your lips.
Stagnate love from a stagnate kiss

[Verse IV]
Oblivion, pero fue sólo un fugaz vistazo
El maldito me maldijo desde el principio
He perdido mucho más entonces yo podría ganar
Una compensación de los números imaginarios es lo que soy

It has no real meaning to me. Just a random string of words.
Good night.