Even better K.o.l story!

This picture is totally worth a thousand words, but it will suffice to describe the context: Bonnaroo 2010, my first real festival. I hadn't known any of these girls until this crazy southside tango trip to TN, and then there was the Kings of Leon adventure: We'd just lost sweeney, we were all in a different... "chemical" conditions, and this picture really just hits the nail on the head in terms of our collective.. mind state.

So funny story...

Real quick, just another note: my boyfriend just walked in on me trying to record "dusty" for the vimeo video submission. he definitely snuck up on me and he heard me bout to jump on the most hornin K.O.L. song (next to soft, maybe... i want you too? that black guy with that downstairs gift situation). come to think of it, this band may be the perfect candidate for a sex playlist, no?

definitely also just found a picture we took from the bathroom at ram's head live when K.o.l came back in 2007!

Kings of Leon Contest!

All about at least trying to win this Kings of Leon joint and rack up some crucial points. I can't believe I had the chance to meet them when I was 17 (in a casino nonetheless!). I bet Sam wouldve been all over that London shit. Too bad she's a nutjobweirdo now that accuses people of nonsense, but its all good! cuz there's always the slight possibility of marijakarma actually making its way into the world.

Nothing. Not REally.

signs and symbols
on eyelids drooping
behind a paned glass window
unpained, and pending closure--
these are mine. lights
flicker on. flicker off. across

the street, it is lonely tonight,
damp with the mourning
the sky must be cradling
in its burgeoning brow.

a monochromatic dinner
too bright to eat today,
departs from its steam,
while a patchwork lazy-boy
holds me up in front of it.

everything is backwards today,
some things are flatlined. other
things, in shadows and shades
just beyond the reach of the visible
spectrum, dry-heaving their drama.

sleep is more catatonic, and dreams, those self
same images blearing across the day’s ellipsis,
though only on beta waves and spindles.

static crunches both the screen of the television
and the lanky veins that should bulge somewhere
under my copper-plated skin.

limbic phenomena fails me now,
as the calm solipsism of dementia settles in,
and i’ll stay behind this window in the pearled
armory of my pupils, with that ancient luster
dissolving, and letting logic dry up,
decrepit and
arrhythmic.

we are girls so mean to girls?????

We want different things

I am submerging myself into something that is so much greater than myself... it is more important than myself, my family, my friends, and even my boyfriend (my best friend).
I wish that some people could understand that. but if they don't, that won't stop me from leaving them behind.
i'm so confused.

Collab Song with Kate (in progress)

Chords

Verse

Amadd9 Gm/Bb 4x

Chorus

C F/C

C Em

C F/C

Em* Dsus2/E Gm/Bb

Lyrics

Verse1:

We trample the moonlight—

we don’t ask questions

of rainbows in spilled milk.

Dreams leak out of the cup

but never run dry

or stain our stubborn bones.

Chorus 1x:

Sour, sweet, or bitter biting,

Just Live hard and love free

Dance naked in the downpour

Drenched in revelry

Verse 2:

Under teacup eyelids

full moon dayglows

Blinking back the stars

Bald knees scraped on asphalt

Puddles in our jeans

mud hearts cake & creep

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Chorus 1x