Best Coast - Boyfriend

Sun Veiler

Past week there hasn’t been a time where I went to sleep before the sun came up.  While I make my walk to my car everyone’s out in the city walking around for whatever reason, either exercise or to get to work.  It’s 8 am and I see a little girl riding her bike as if she had somewhere to be.  The thought comically comes to mind, “They know I’m fucked up.”  Do I look like I’d be going anywhere at 8 am?  As if I just woke up?  Then I find it peculiar.  What are these people doing up?  I find it odd unless you’re going to work, and anytime I had to be at work that early I felt odd, that I was out of my zone.  Then you think there’s people like me, some secret society of those who run on whatever vice they have till the sun’s up, and then when the cogs started turning again it’s time for us to sleep.

defunctparadigm:

Another Defunct Paradigm creation; Boyde Rice.

Reblog because of doge on my dash today.

defunctparadigm:

Another Defunct Paradigm creation; Boyde Rice.

Reblog because of doge on my dash today.

He had reddish hair mixed with grey and a queer look. It was queer that he would always be a brother. It was queer too that you could not call him sir because he was a brother and had a different kind of look. Was he not holy enough or why could he not catch up on the others?

James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

Joyce’s various uses and context of the word “queer.”

To remember that and the white look of the lavatory made him feel cold and then hot. There were two cocks that you turned and water came out: cold and hot. He felt cold and then a little hot: and he could see the names printed on the cocks. That was a very queer thing.

James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

Joyce’s various uses and context of the word “queer.”

Dream 54

Many aspects in this dream, but a certain part was interesting as it seemed to be outside (or inside) a more specific point.  While in the surreal dreamsphere I was given a project to do that had to do writing about surrealistic aspects or relationships of pictures/drawings I was given, and instead I started writing songs about the pictures and who’s in them.  Sadly I can’t remember any of the verses I wrote.

In times of silence you hear the most noise, these are some of my favorite albums to sleep to over the past few years.  It’s been a while since I actually slept to music, so I believe this we be a rather clear/unbiased list.

Christian Death - Catastrophe Ballet
Joy Division - Closer
Modest Mouse - The Moon & Antartica
Coheed and Cambria - Second Stage Turbine Blade
Death in June - All Pigs Must Die (A-Side)
Sunn O))) - ØØ Void
NON - Children of the Black Sun
Explosions in the Sky - All of a Sudden I Miss Everyone
Joy Division - Unknown Pleasures
The Smiths - Singles

Father’s Day

Another Father’s Day card
Another fake holiday
Never buy the cards
They just lay on my desk
Someone has to remind me
That you are worthy of it
I’m sure you try
I don’t know what you try to do
Someone has to remind me
That this isn’t a joke

My dreams have become more lucid, more surreal, and now more often than not I find myself laying in bed after waking up trying to figure out what’s real and what’s not.