the new shins album is coming out on march 20th

i haven't been this thrilled by ANYTHING

in so so so so so so so so so so so so so long

fucking a', i'm so goddamn excited

check out the new single

it's already buried into my heart:

http://simplesong.theshins.com/

i really wish i could write something worth reading

but lately i've been so busy with life and other

stupid shit like that so i haven't the energy

to just sit down and let a nice long idea go

here are some nuggets to consider:

what is there to exclaim that is left yet?

the echoes of alarms and heresy gone by

sit not so still in the membranes of these minds.

i carry the burden of sight between

each hour, and it weights heavily

on my brows as every pair gives

a knowing nod passing by.

my pockets are full and i'm ready to venture back/

to whatever light is out there.

a rumbling, bound to a small aside.

count me into the forays of youthful exuberance;

i have yet to live my life in a way

that turns my past on its side.

i think by now there are discrepancies/

between you and my grey ghost.

possibly, there is some life left in you.

let me know if any of this makes sense to you, readers;

if so, i'd love to get a clue, too.

"I'm sorry if I seem self-effacing/

consumed by selfish thoughts."

i think i'm wearing myself thin again

the nights grow longer and colder

and my eyes sink further in

until i actually start seeing what i'm thinking

what am i capable of?

there are times when i cover myself in color

it's not a distraction;

i catch myself staring out at the city

and the rain makes a good blanket

so that everything about the city is quiet and calm

i need to find a compass

and right myself again

it seems that nowdays

i use music therapeutically

i just come home from school exhausted

turn something on

and let my mind go

i never said i had much to live for

ha

picked up "is this it" by the strokes again

all i can say is

mr. casablancas, it IS it.

now that i've lived a couple more years

i can better understand the appeal

and the hazy, drawling words beneath those badass chords

i am particularly connected to "someday" at the moment

it's tapped right into my lungs

check it out in case you forgot

i stand at the top of the stairs.

it's fucking cold, and the sun is slowly

melting past the hills.

the low temperature always gives me a 

clearer perspective; i don't know if it's

because my body is trying to compensate 

or maybe evolve.

as i step down to the knolls i know,

all the outlines of my life are brought out

to me in clarity.

i breathe the clear air that is substance-less

and hope i don't float away again.

in the back of my head are all the thoughts

that try too hard to get to the front

of my head; my exercise entails keeping the

gates up in case of intrusion.

too often i find myself mumbling aloud

some obscurities of my heart and wishing i

needn't be alone.

"kiss me now that i'm older/

i won't try to control you.

friday nights have been lonely/

take it slow but don't warn me"

do you ever get that feeling

when you look around you

and everything is so clear

and you feel exactly alive

every breath that stretches your ribs

takes that blue air into your head

gives you some sense of just being

you look at your hands

and you notice they move when you want them to

you move your eyes around

looking towards anything

and you can tell

it was meant to be that way

do you ever get that feeling?

it starts with losing my here-ness;

i drift off past the walls

and i can feel myself lowering

then the waves come

and spill their dizziness over my insides

finally,

it's like i become a smaller version of myself in my mind

and the trap door loosens,

and off i go into the depths,

and i get that heart-racy feeling

and the sweat on my palms

sometimes even a bit of shakiness

(i guess that could be from the altitude)

and then the best part comes after

there is no end to the world;

no one can stop me

and why would they try?

i exude the excitement from my pores

and my hairs stand on end

i just wish someone would experience this with me

so that i wouldn't have to go it alone so much

but then again,

i suppose i become so absorbed in my own head

that i lose track of everyone else

and then who gets burned?

let's pick up some knives, sweetie/

and don't worry because we know we are fooling.

on the docket for tonight:

top gear marathon

and two medium domino's pizzas

"there is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion."

- frances bacon 

fuck yep