Three O’ Clock Experiment

Well, it’s been some time since I posted my last blog.

Reading online articles about how writing journals or blogs can affect your brain pushed me to doing this. I’m not really an avid blogger and I choose not to be one.

Call this an experiment.

I’m spending my afternoon programming a basic calculator (ennui) and swimming around articles that I find interesting. 

Updated myself with a few of my favorite band’s new singles and found a few of them unsatisfying my musical taste.

Weekend’s in ambsace and I’m short of cash. Lovely.

God Hates Us


POST
Aug 12
3:56 pm

I’m just the kid who’s better off alone

 

I think it’s gonna be a hot day
But it’s cold in my head
As I take my first steps to the door from your bed
Still I’m going over every word that you said
Now, it’s starting to faze me

I’m hoping now to untangle the thread
Cause every touch is tied up in a mythical web
Well, oh, well I just wanna go home

I got fame with a sip of rain
I look up and think about how outside I’m guilty
Well, I try and crawl somewhere safe

The morning resolution
The morning’s just another sad goodbye
Each time I try, I end it
I’m just the kid who’s better off alone
I’m better off alone

So quick, quick take a look at yourself
If they say I felt stock, confiscated the shelf
And see why they’re standing over here

You look fine, I haven’t slept in days
Bags under my eyes but I can’t accept blame
That’s all you say

The morning resolution
The morning’s just another sad goodbye
Each time I try, I end it
I’m just the kid who’s better off alone
I’m better off alone

I’m just the kid who’s better off alone
Oh, you say I’m scared, you’re probably right
I’m the kid who’s better off alone
Better off alone

Better off
Better off
Better off alone

The morning resolution
The morning’s just another sad goodbye
Each time I try, I end it
I’m just the kid who’s better off alone
Oh, you say I’m scared, you’re right


POST
Jul 23
11:40 am

If I could live for a million years

I’d choose to stay and catch your tears

Descend from the staircase of Heaven

To see you smile again, to see you look at me

Would be the only moment for true happiness


POST
Jul 23
11:39 am

For You I Will

Wandering the streets, in a world underneath it all
Nothing seems to be, nothing tastes as sweet
As what I can’t have
Like you and the way that you’re twisting your hair
round your finger
Tonight I’m not afraid to tell you
What I feel about you.

I’m gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
and cannon ball into the water
I’m gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will
For you I will

Forgive me if I st-stutter
From all of the clutter in my head
Cause I could fall asleep in those eyes
Like a water bed
Do I seem familiar, I’ve crossed you in hallways
a thousand times, no more camouflage
I want to be exposed, and not be afraid to fall.

I’m gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
And cannon ball into the water
I’m gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will
You always want what you can’t have
But I’ve got to try
I’m gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will
For you I will
For you I will
For you

If I could dim the lights in the mall
And create a mood I would
Shout out your name so it echoes in every room, yeah

That’s what I’d do,
That’s what I’d do,
That’s what I’d do,
To get through to you

I’m gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
And cannon ball into the water
I’m gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will
You always want what you can’t have
But I’ve got to try
I’m gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will
For you I will
For you I will
For you I will 

-For You I Will, Teddy Geiger


POST
Jul 23
11:22 am

Welcome to the Jungle

Composing music without any notes or melodies that you dislike can be tormenting.

One major problem to the “Stairway to Heaven” is that you can start your own song, you have a vivid idea on the song’s background, and begin to write down each lyric. But how bout the guitar riffs, drum chops or bass lines?

As a guitarist, you can easily pluck out an intro but catastrophically you get stuck there because maybe, you are unhappy with it or it lacks that “special lick”. 

When I decided to make a few licks for intros or perhaps pieces I could attach to future works, it always lacked something. I need to find the answer to bridge me from the start to the conclusion. 

Heard being well-knowledgeable in scales and music theory can offer a tremendous aid. 

Seems like a distant way to the end but every bit is surely worth it.

Time to educate myself with scales and music theory.

Hands back on the fret board.


POST
Jun 28
6:32 pm
ijaye:

Owls confirmed for creepiest birds ever. Just look at those bastards!!! If you fail to notice the fucker swallowing a rat like a champ then there’s the dude singing some satanic song or something and the other two fuckers synchronized to make you feel the creeps with their soulless dance of doom.

ijaye:

Owls confirmed for creepiest birds ever. Just look at those bastards!!! If you fail to notice the fucker swallowing a rat like a champ then there’s the dude singing some satanic song or something and the other two fuckers synchronized to make you feel the creeps with their soulless dance of doom.

(via woooaaa)


PHOTO
Jun 17
11:44 am
158,243 notes

Don’t Disappear

So I never want to leave you

If your memories dare leave me

Expect me to be eagerly hasty to capture

This motion picture of a glistening star 

I’ve been watching it for over forever

I’ve given it two-thumbs up and the thumps of my heart

And yet, it never fails to exhilarate me

Mark my mind to the thought of you

My ears to the voice of you

My lips to the lipstick you wear

Place your hand in mine and don’t disappear


POST
Jun 6
9:35 pm
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Seeking The Fine Line

I’ve been dreaming about a vertical horizon

The fine line in between my mind

It catches my tongue and my thought

Leaving me completely incomplete

Suppress the urge to violently react but not the urge to gracefully caress

As you look deep into my oval-shaped windows

You trigger my body and heart to fill up the hollowness

I sleep embraced in cold sheets when the thought of you can easily drain it

If tears drip down and words are spitted out with exclamation marks

Then release your heavy shield and rip out the thumping heart

Take a deep breath and look how it beats with its rythym

The unexpected memory has taken its place within me

Trust, Hatred, Adoration, Nervousness, Kindness, Selfishness

Screaming and dreaming, where should I stand


POST
May 3
3:20 am

While editing my facebook profile, I came across the “Interested In” section and saw only two options, Men and Women, but those are not the options I want to choose, so Option 3 - My Lady.


POST
May 3
3:08 am

Deconstruction Of Shadows

I’ll paint it on the walls to remind myself to stop screaming

Searching with the last drop of will to circumvent this disaster

I don’t want to concede and I don’t want to believe

It’s instigated my shadow to belt and bawl but who ever listens to him

My body abruptly shuts down and I can no long continue utilizing my muscles

Shadow-less and I have nothing in possession to push my physical-self further

With the universe’s pressurizing acts will he drop his last sweat

Enough strength to push out an echo of another chance

Given a chance of time to regain stability, a chance to reset his foundation, a chance for him to attach himself to my feet again.

Cries out for a new day


POST
Apr 14
9:46 pm
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