Germany Here We Come

Seems odd. People been telling us for years to get over to Europe.. well that's easier said than done so we found out. However, finally, after much help by some new dear friends from over there, we are heading accross the ocean to play several festivals and club dates in Germany, Switzerland and Austria. We are excited and can't wait to share our music with everyone over there. Also, it will be an honor to share the stage with some of our favorites whilst we are there... NIN, Kings of Leon, Keane, Brand New, the Pixies. Good times for all! Looking forward. Straighten up the spine and get us all up in a line.

a ghost in the kitchen

There's a ghost in the kitchen and it won't leave me alone. I'm afraid to go down there and eat, so I've been losing alot of weight because of this problem. The other issue is that she makes noise all the time and keeps me awake at night, ergo I havn't been sleeping at all either. The booze helps when it gets dark but by the time I end up in the yard at 2 am I start to get a little helpless. The only positive thing that I've propounded from this whole situation is the fact that I now KNOW my mind is slipping.

A voice from below

Staining a deck today in Norman Bate's backyard when there came a voice from beneath the wood. It said, "let me out of here." It seemed desperate and wanting but patient too. I put my ear closer to the deck and heard it again, but this time with more veracity; "Get me out of here NOW!" I became startled and mildly aware of the fact that my delusion was now becoming quite real, it actually spoke to me! In an attempt to propound a logical solution to what was happening I decided instead to walk away and "find" myself deep in the woods.
There aren't too many freezing raindrops waiting to melt in the darkest parts of hell. This place is closer than I thought previously. And now, there are voices. Fucking great.

I ran in

The fools are rushing in towards the glowing center. I felt very much like one of those poles that you see at the library today. Completely tall, proud and very present, but completely overlooked. Not that I should be looked at. In fact, I hate being stared at. I guess maybe mom was right about me not having a smile. Or when I do it looks odd. The pole thing was a diversion from todays real problem.... spoons.

theres a problem with you

I have developed a rather alarming problem with pacing back and forth over the years. Standing still is now nearly impossible unless I'm sitting down. Does anyone know what is wrong with me?

Lost

When I was seven years old my family was on vacation in Florida and I got lost on the beach. I was just being a typical kid; running around as my parents and my sister were walking by the shore. I was playing this game with myself, as I often do, where I would see how far ahead of my parents I could run and then run back to them before they crossed a certain point in the sand that I would determine before hand. A simple thing but when you're seven you have seemingly endless amounts of energy and the desire to do almost anything that involves something remotely interesting. Well, I ran way ahead of them one time and figured I'd just meet them back at the hotel, which was right on the beach. Well, I ran past it. It got dark and before I knew it.. I was lost. No hotel, no parents. It was frightening. I remember thinking "well, this might be it for you Michael". I had almost right there and then, at the age of seven, resolved myself to the fact that my life was probably over as I knew it. I guess when you're young the world isn't really all that mysterious. Maybe it's because our minds are not obfuscated by anything that doesn't have to do with family, eating and having fun.
I always been like that though; incisive with my thought process. It's either over and I might as well stop worrying about it.. or.. it isn't over and I need to REALLY start worrying about it. Either way.. there's no real grey area to speak of. Well, It was fortuitous I suppose that I decided to give up.. because since I just sat down in the sand and stopped moving my dad finally ran into me. Turns out I'd wondered a good 3 miles down the beach from our hotel.
Anytime someone is gone for more than fifteen minutes now I start getting nervous.

The Dream

I saw myself sailing down a black river in my dreams not terribly long ago. I was floating on a raft made from logs and sticks; like something you'd see in a Huck Fin movie. The air was warm and dry and the surrounding shores were enamored with gangly black and grey leaves, trees and bushes. It was like a nightmare that you are intrigued to be inside of. There was a slight wind and it was full of whispers about me and things I've done. But the voices were all in different languages. I could block them out if I wanted to easy enough.My companion on this journey was an old man in a dark robe. He had a clear face and black eyes, but he was not frightening. I could see his bones through his skin and I often thought about reaching out to grab them but I couldn't.It didn't take long before I realized that my mood had changed from distraught to demised. And that soon things would never come to an end, but my conscious self would float away soon enough, leaving the rest of me to just keep on floating down that river. A confession was in order and I now had someone tangible to speak softly to.