for the grumpy gills

aesthetics of contemporary music

lyrics in solitude is mere poetry.
for without the company of instrumentals we are composed to enjoy misery.


i'd give my all for love...harmony.

pre application

habla loca

the truth is simply is matter of fact.

in the most fortunate cases these matters are simply understood. adversity lingers over the many, for only few are as fortunate as kings.

to live as the common and know as the kings is a quality only held by an elite few, misguided by the fates of life. fate employs these kings to guide the most common in efforts to higher understanding.

with matters of fact, only those who are guided by those with true understanding hold any chance of attainment of happiness.

if only there were true kings living among us...

flashlights and truths

sometimes when i'm alone i pretend i am skinny.

the rate of conception at which newer/better me's are created doubles daily, at least that's what it feels like in my head. the concept of the "Self" does not exist outside of perception; one can only imagine the self within a conception of the self.

yesterday i wore a blue shirt, or a red shirt, or a green shirt, or, if i was skinnier, possibly no shirt. my face was flawless, free of imperfections. my posture just perfect. my jeans: new with that "i wore these yesterday maybe" facade. the body constantly in action. the self constantly in action, within a perception. whether it be a matter of fact or fiction, the self exists both mentally and physically within a perception.

of course, i'd never pretend to be fat, for that would be nonsense.