make sure to read the info so u can be ~aware!~

it’s basically abt this weekend musical experience that i’m still fixated on 2 months later

it’s v poorly shot but like its endearing so

know what i just like might post a bunch of stuff tomorrow what a world

i’ll prolly delete this but lately I’ve been doin this complete disregard for grammatical accuracy while still sounding educated aesthetic or idk maybe i’ve just sunk that low

anyway my hands hurt from playing guitar poor blood circulation is the worst so i’m going to stop typing but

I FEEL LIKE I DON’T HAVE TO ‘TRY’ W MY CONTENT ON TUMBLR I COULD STRAIGHT UP TALK ABOUT LIKE IDK DUCHAMPIAN MEDICINAL PRACTICES OR LIKE THAI FOOD THERE’S LITERALLY NO BARRIER I FORGOT THAT ITS KIND OF NICE.

like i can straight up just spew out madness and still have all (most) of these followers i’ve accumulated how weird is that.

summer, man.
This is actually so refreshing you don’t even know.
thx, NPR.
(And these photos I took r hot 2 trot, lemme tell ya.) summer, man.
This is actually so refreshing you don’t even know.
thx, NPR.
(And these photos I took r hot 2 trot, lemme tell ya.) summer, man.
This is actually so refreshing you don’t even know.
thx, NPR.
(And these photos I took r hot 2 trot, lemme tell ya.)

summer, man.

This is actually so refreshing you don’t even know.

thx, NPR.

(And these photos I took r hot 2 trot, lemme tell ya.)

Came in from France today, courtesy April77.

less militant guile.

Life is, and will be.

With whose breath do we contend but our own?

Sheepish, and blistering.

Disquieted, and sanctimonious.

XX: fin.

I am death,

I am light,

I am fervor,

I am relent.

.

This is the conclusion of a three years’ war.
An abbreviated documentation of two months spent, 4,351 miles crossed, with the aid of only a tripod.
A response to the contention of whether to jar the wind or to lavish its passing by.
A lone sojourn from West Virginia, to Virginia, Missouri, Texas, Missouri again, Colorado, and eventually returning to Arizona- driving no less than twelve hours each stint.

A great plenty was not recorded though, choosing existence free of taxation. For this war had wrought my countenance tattered; ill-suited to keep in place these birds’ bones, and reddened thistles. What does remain though, is a bit of my time spent in my hometown of Sterling Virginia, to my few days staying with friends in San Antonio, Texas, to my month-long stay with my breathtakingly creative grandparents in St. Louis, Missouri (Wherein I had chosen to do more filming given the greater timespan).
and finally, a bit of the drive home.

It is an impossibility for me to truly express to all those- on film and those not, how greatly they have healed me. And though I may never be able to fully do so, I would still like to say with the deepest appreciation, free of pomp and ornament, in the sincerest form of humanity: thank you. To all those who provided me a place to lay my head, to the new friends and the old, to all those who taught me how to breathe again: thank you. Thank you for being so kind.

It is honest, and tattered. It is heartfelt and inconclusive. It is the exact representation of the emotion and mental state by which it was made. I have never been so entirely proud of something i’ve created. This is the start of something wonderful.

Q

xllnt asked:

Hey, I hope all is well. I've missed your posts.

A

Thank you, very much. It means a great deal. I’ll be back soon, just awaiting some equipment to finish up some things.

Today,

I decided to take a break from my tumblr hiatus to make a post documenting my pure, unabated euphoria at the news of the now defunct Apart deciding to at tantalizingly long last post what was to become their final release: A Bright And Clever Hell

Pure.

Elation.

I am still however, immensely grieved at missing the opportunity to see them play with Dioanea, in Jersey. My God. That would’ve been even better than UØ’s finale in Jannus Landing. 

Soooooo Goooooooddddddddd.

If only I could get my T-shirt.

Anyway, back to my hole for a short while.