they put fire back in your belly.

my buddy eric really likes putting robots on his album covers. a few years ago, it came time for another album to be released and thus a new robot to be constructed. he asked me what kind of robots i could draw. i told him i'd never drawn a robot before. he made me draw a robot, and this is what happened:


today, eric sends me an e-mail that he received from a fan of his band with the following picture attached:



perty cool.

dream (again)

i was dressed in red, green & white. pinatas hung from the rafters of my high school gym, and flowers sat clustered in the bleachers. the girls were having their pictures taken behind a screen, when i looked over & saw you standing at the door. i walked over, smiling, naturally. you smiled back and walked towards me, took me by the arm and brought me outside where we sat on an air-conditioning unit that buzzed too loudly for us to speak in secrets. we didn't speak at all, until you looked over and laughed. i laughed and threw my arm around you, said how I missed being with you. Not sadly, though -- with a smile on my face. You got up and walked away, turned around and motioned for me to follow you. We took some of the flowers and brought them to our bodega guy, like I did on Christmas day with a plate full of food. He smiled and pointed us toward a museum. I took you inside and before we could make it to the giant marble staircase, I turned you towards me and said:

i miss us being like this, and i'm so sorry.


you stopped me before i could apologize more times than needed (my worst habit) by putting your finger over my lips and pulling me in for what seemed like the most natural embrace i'd ever feel:

shhh. we're melding. we're melding again.

Good Children

i remember watching you go
& the long walk home
past the blinking light
of the strip clubs & the carl's jr
& i remember brushing your hand
& how it made me feel so sad
i wanted to hold your hand so bad

this is the bus that will take you away
i hope you enjoyed your stay
it wouldn't have worked anyway

i should have kissed you when i had the chance

My heart of silk
is filled with lights,
with lost bells,
with lilies and bees.
I will go very far,
farther than those hills,
farther than the seas,
close to the stars,
to beg Christ the Lord
to give back the soul I had
of old, when I was a child,
ripened with legends,
with a feathered cap
and a wooden sword.

-Federico Garcia Lorca

in silence easy.

a KORG, a key, some ghosts, a tree and all the bullshit in between

hold it in your pocket

It doesn't matter what I think anymore, and that's probably what kills the most. I want to run & jump & live in my city, and there's a little understanding in why I can't. I don't really think I get it. I know I don't. I'm living in the past & I'm feeling what comes naturally, so who can fault me there? I wish it would've happened the way it was planned. It's like I'm stuck in the dreamstate & I'm having a party, but no one shows up & it keeps replaying over & over & over & over. I can't talk and I can barely move. I keep looking up with those eyes that only two people have ever been able to understand. I look at your face and you're there and you're waiting for everyone to show up, too. When they don't, you keep looking at me, accusingly, and a wave of guilt overcomes me and knocks me into the grass. I keep looking, and soon, my eyes are welling up, my mouth is opening but nothing's coming out. You looked so angry, but then it's like the curtains drew & you see what I see. You get it. You always end up getting it.

we can buy the time, noel.

keep an eye + on the sky + will they come + Oh the bombs + do you wanna dance + easy now + easy now

all in a day

ASTRAL BONERS