January 2012
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My New Running Blog →
This will be a blog I hope to update every week. It tells the story of a teenager in the midst of the apocalypse who comes across the opportunity to escape his dying planet and start anew in an alternate universe.
In the alternate universe he hopes to answer some questions like “did the star I saw fall so long ago ever make a sound?” ”did I ever really see the star fall, or...
My new sounds: The hit new single from...
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My new sounds:
http://soundcloud.com/inhyding
iamthebean:
go and simply click “like” on this...
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This Is Just A Rough Cut: To Be Read Slowly →
alexhydes:
I hope you never feel safe
with me
There’s a ghost that stands between us
once the room is free
He’s not one for malice; he tinkers in tomfoolery
So don’t let your guard wear thin
And don’t find yourself safe, with me
I hope this ghost
I can trust
I can confide in this soul all the…
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My new sounds:
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When I Learned To Play Pool(R.I.P.)
I was ten or eleven and a regular and you were the new kid at Sunday school and we got in a circle and talked about animals. It turned out that you knew one of my friends and I wanted to be either a panda or a tiger and our friend wanted to be a dog and you wanted to be a squirrel. I think that maybe, another kid wanted to be a turtle and dogs don’t really care but I knew very well that you...
New years isn’t right without Chinese. To chow fun!
December 2011
6 posts
Untitled: Some Sort Of Home →
alexhydes:
“This place blows” she said under a busy midnight overpass, feeding energy to two tired teens.
“I can’t wait until I flee from here, I’m never coming back past the day I turn eighteen”
His reply was met with a kiss and she held his hand tight to fight and ignite their retort’s hiss.
It’s winter and the tree limbs are bare and in the branches are words; written out that we can live by
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Socks
Your face, it isn’t hers
She’s not here but I want something
And your eyes say that you want it too
And we begin our conversation in the kitchen
And we will finish in your bedroom
And I’ve been here before
But not this room
And you’ve been here
And this means so little
We’re only here for statistics
Stories
And
Ourselves
Despite this we need each other
...
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Some sort of Memory
The sound of the door being pulled shut echoes indelibly through my memory.
The privacy that the moment seized is what separated me from her.
And it was away from me, that she partook in such illicit
clandestine debauchery.
But, I am no one to hang on to.
My disdain should be just as illicit.
My presumptions beyond excessive.
I am but this dreamer man
and I will stay there
where she is...
October 2011
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My poor poor neighbors. I made up just about all...
June 2011
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I touch my face
and I think
BEARd
sO WEIRd
May 2011
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April 2011
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March 2011
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SKÓGURANDI: Owl & Penny | Candy Teeth →
sownbones:
http://soundcloud.com/sownbones/owl-penny-candy-teeth
So. Here’s a a demo for a new song that’s on the new record coming out later this year. It’s a bit quiet because I had to bounce it down to iTunes like 8 times considering there’s along the lines of 40 separate vocal tracks, 12 guitar…
February 2011
3 posts
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if nothing is real, anything is possible
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“We are all going”-William McKinley”
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Heres a demo of a tune that kind of sucks but I...
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