Lil' Bit of Fun, but only a lil' bit...

Some Video from the Trampled by Turtles show!

Bassist from Larry and his Flask came into the crowd with us!

Trampled by Turtles!

Trampled by Turtles!

Come up! Thanks Charlie!

Hesitant?

Sassys strip. duh what else do we ever do? and EXTRA large Bud light.. not so common.

She's a button maker!

Ready to get Trampled

Goodmorning! A beautiful day and were headed to Portland for Trampled by Turtles!
I slept with a jar of pickles last night... luckily the lid was on.

Spring term study

Finishing up a paper in the sun! It's not so bad with the birds singing and the hum of the windchime bells.

Now I can see how

We were like dust on the window
Not much, not a lot
Everything's stolen or borrowed

It Was Somehow Unique

I was told to think about the place where my head needs no body and my body needs no brain, as it slips into comfortable, a place where it belongs, a place that holds me as much as I hold it.

Giant Burger was our Central Perk. A place in which you instinctively know the order in which to do things. I can fully feel the plastic covered wood benches and the slippery glossed wooden tables as we stack Ketchup, our ears perked like dogs awaiting our names over the speaker. Still, I can hear the voices of the ghosts our memories have become. The grease still settles in the paper burger wrapping. The fountain soda tastes the same, cold quenching my throat. Yet the bodies whom surround me are hollow unlike ours were. Our hair isn't wet and tangled with the river and our cars aren't lined out front. New bodies replace the booths where we sat. Yet, it still brings me home, because truly, the only thing that has really changed here is me.

Speaking Like Am Immigrant

Daylight changed without you.

The weather got colder; it rained, the sun came out, wet newspaper dried on the street corner, pigeons fluttered about the park, children squealed on the sidewalk wearing witch faces and pumpkin heads, half-eaten candy apples melted on their sleeves… Another day went by.

Your side of the bed got rumpled, too, I borrowed your pillow, whispered your name, opened the window and blew out the dust, tilted the lamp shade, breathed in the twilight…

I noticed the sounds of leaves rustling of trains approaching underground, of [men] laughing a little like you. I conjured up your face and traced your lips in the air, thinking, your absence is different now. There’s no anxiety only discomfort, a stillness about every-thing-time doesn’t move the same way. My thoughts are quieter…

What frightens me is knowing this is how it [is now that you're] really gone, leaving my skin slowly, carving out the time, until I finally feel your absence surrounding me like mist, taking shape, like the depth of your eyes and the scent of your body 

-- Romo-Carmona

Is there anything I'm going to miss? A short testimony to my worth:

only now nothing is spoken.

the burning cigarette that catches your breath, the candle's flickered, flickered flame pouring over the bed.

"you look prettier when you laugh"...

"you look better, your bangs have gotten longer"...

"how's your mom?"

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X___Lover of Love ___

I'm good. I'm gone.

and the answer is.. not likely... not with that goodbye.

I would kiss you on the mouth in a safe house

And I can't help it if it's over babe
You can't help it, though you tried
Your poor little soul is wearing pretty thin

It's a bitch, ain't it babe
To live while you're young
I'm crushed that the world turned over so soon

Summer on the block

Yow! Soo sunny

A space where ghosts don't go..

Of course I miss, it's a hard thing to resist missing summer, just because it's when we knew each other best.
There was you, there was me and all of the guests.You asked if we should sleep without the sheets and I said "yes, why not? let's." My eyes nodding to affirm your request.
I like how I remember feeling your body move through my dress, but where our bodies once laid, now our shadows rest. 
I miss the fighter in the basement, and making the room a mess. 
I miss thinking I wasn't misused.
I guess I missed it all.. so, I guess I lose.


Enough's enough.
I regret every little thing I ever said, I said those things too softly.
I used to like the lies when they were the truth, because you said whatever you wanted to as long as you thought it should be true. 


When loving someone goes to waste, your past becomes the proof that anyone you've ever loved has always been replaced.
As for now, if it weren't for my sentimental heart I could forget my effort. I did bring the past home, I told you I'd forgotten it, but the truth within my lie is that the images remain. The box of memories in my head is just the same. 


I know I left you because we need to be apart, but it was because you always put you first and I think that's what will always break your heart.





We know what is good love, and it's not one another. There is a better love, an awareness I've been granted after all the stupid things we've done. 


This is for the outer space. The plantation where we will never be and never could have been. The space where I belong and you can't go.