Inbetween times.

As i stare out the 5th floor window all i see is a bleak mist that hugs the buildings and structures of the cityscape before me.

It's kind of depressing while also peaceful in a way.  The light mist of rain is annoying and it bothers me that i have an umbrella because the weight/energy to usefulness ratio sucks.

My eyes are bloodshot and dry.  I've tried fixing my sleep but ended up starting my day at 1 am, then played a video game in which i have realized if i was ever nominated for president, my country would be overrun by tiny men with spears and trebuchets.  So i think I'll stick to music and whatever the hell it is i do.

In the meantime i've been planning and arranging a demo tape.  Hopefully i will get it done on time to play some shows while i breathe my last air in Tokyo for a while.  (sounds depressing ne?)

But i'll be back,
with more songs,
and more dances
and more facial hair.

Night time walks

As I walk through the city clothed with darkness
There is an emptiness, a stillness.
When the sounds of trains and motor vehicles are absent from the ear
The starless sky blankets overhead with a dim hues of violet oranges
The stores go to sleep, waiting to be awoken by their owners the next morning
Salary men are quick to light a cigarette the first chance they get
Wanderers like me, just walking.  No purpose, just to see where their feet will take them
The night fills my lungs  and joins my body
and then when i come home
my eyes become heavy as night slips into my bloodstream
and then I keep on wandering through my dreams

Novel teaser 2

“Alright children, listen up!  Today will be a very important day.  You will finally-”

“Be able to wield real weapons!??” A eager boy named Marcus spoke out while the other children cheered.

“Quiet down!” William began his lecture over again, “Today you will learn about the Lavender woods.  The most dangerous place in all of Averlast.”

“My mum puts lavender in dad’s shoes because it makes them smell better,” commented one of the girls. She was dressed in a similar brown to the tents and the roofs.  The children became rowdy again.  Marcus stood up and challenged his teacher.

“Why are we sitting on these old wooden stumps listening to an old man like you?  I bet I could cut down any monster in the land of Averlast.  My dad is super strong, he can lift a whole tree out of the ground with his bare hands! I’m not going to learn anything from a wooden sword and some old man who can barely walk!”

“Don’t be so foolish.”  The old man said, grimly looking at the Marcus.

Marcus was embroidered head to toe in his family emblem.  It was even burned into his wooden sword.  His dad was a wealthy merchant and his mother was the town healer.  This brewed the expectation that Marcus would become a great hero someday.  “I’d go in there and whack all those shadowy creatures in the head!  They don’t scare me.  And neither do you old man.”  The boy swung his sword towards his teacher.

And it took only a glare of the old man’s multicolored eyes and the sword went limp like rubber, and then Marcus turned to spaghetti-being, thrashing helplessly about.  The other kids threw his slippery noodle bits around laughing and cheering at the boy’s demise.

“Alrite alrite, put him back together,” the old man said, and with a flick of the few wisps of his hair, he turned the boy back , who was now quivering from head to toe.  “I’m going to tell my dad! He is going to be super upset with you!”

“If you cannot handle a simple spell, you cannot handle the woods, or the creatures that live in it.  Let this be a lesson to all you brave little younglings who choose to run into battle without being properly equipped.”

“You mean like real swords mister?”  A tiny girl all the way in the back squeaked.

“Well yes, but what I am trying to get at is that you need knowledge, wisdom, and experience.  Don’t leave your home without your head.”

Another boy raised his hand and asked, “How would we leave our heads in our house, isn’t it attached by the neck?”

The other children nodded in agreement, with the little girl checking to see if her head could detach.  The old man slapped his freckled forehead.  “Class dismissed!” he yelled out as his words lifted them up in the air and tossed them gently towards their homes.

enjoy!

An excerpt from my novel (in progress)

With a snap of his fingers the candle wicks sparkled and cracked.   The old man commanded the air to lift off his coat and place it folded neatly on a nearby table.  A reminiscent odor of last night’s of dinner tainted the air.  William was tired of beef and cabbage, or cabbage and beef every night.  Even the smell made him depressed.

“Hello, Kyle.”

“Who's Kyle? And who are you?.” William answered scanning the room for the voices origin.

“Oh man, I forgot it again. oh well!  I guess i better show myself.”

Suddenly, A cold gale filled with fragmented color swept the room revealing a moonlit creature before him. 

“What is your name?” it asked.

“...William-“

“Oh what a great name!” The mysterious creature’s wings fluttered with delight until one of them flickered out and turned dim.  She fell on her bum as a result.

“Sorry still gettin’ used to the new wings.  By the way, can I call you Will?”

“Why are you in my home.” he said sternly

“Oh shoot, I completely forgot to introduce myself. Name’s Adeline.  I am here to ask for your help.”

“Help with what?”

“Ohhhkay, let me show you.”

Adeline twirled her body in very exotic poses imitating the most ferocious beasts in Averlast.  She flashed her powder coated nails, and thrashed her purple-blue locks of hair back and forth leaving Will, very perplexed.

“Are you ok?”  Will asked, disrupting Adeline’s ritual.

“Y-yes, I’m trying to project this message on your wall here.  But it must be your wall, because the solar pixies are being very stubborn right now...  Oh well, I guess I’ll just tell you the boring way.  We need your help to save our home.  I’m a Hydragein, Hydran for short, from DelCannon city –the Florite section.  And we are all in a real smelly brickle.  The city has quarantined our section off to protect the rest of DelCannon from attack.”

“Attack?” Will’s interest level dropped as he pulled up a chair and yawned.

“Let me finish my story Will! C’mon! Anyway, We have been building new bathes to aid with the growing population of Hydrans in our area. But the shipments of our ethereal water can’t keep up, we had no other choice than to tap into Lavender Woods to increase supply.  We have been careful to not upset the woods.  But the woods are greedy, and have started a full attack on our city.”

“Please take a seat, you look restless.”  Adeline acknowledged and sat across the table from Will waiting in anticipation for his answer. “Now, Adeline, you mean to tell me that you got involved with the Lavender woods, just to get some fancy water?  What is wrong with the water from the streams that run by?  It is simply ludicrous that a Haadra-nay-den would risk death for a simple cup of water.”

Adeline stood up knocking her chair backwards and slamming her palms against the table. "HYDRANS".  Her wings fluttered with intensity shedding moon flecked dust and the smell of burnt ash.   

“WE NEED THIS WATER TO LIVE.  Without it our skin will dry out and we become so brittle that the heavy breathing of an Oxcart can blow us to bits.  We are Hydrans.  Our ancestors were part mermaids, and that’s why we need to be hydrated in a special bath once every 2 weeks.  Normal water won’t hold us out for more than 10 minutes.”

“I’ve never heard of a Hydran, I think you’re full of it little lady.”

“LITTLE? ‘Scuse me I’m tall for my people.  You should see my grandma, you’d break your old flimsy back trying to bend down and get a good look at her.”

Will grew weary of this who ordeal occurring before him.  He started to walk up the creaking stairs.  “I’m tired, go away.”

Adeline stood there for a moment watching her chance slowly disappear up the steps.  But she had a trick up her sleeve....

I have more but, this would be a teaser yea?  It's one of my character introductions.   who would of thought...me writing more than 10 pages for myself? ha ha ha.

Hope you enjoy!

The architect of my mind...has fallen asleep.

The artificial stamina I've bestowed inside of me by injecting coffee into my veins.
It is making my eyelids heavier and heavier each passing hour that it fails to fully
supplement my needs.

I need energy, i'm growing weak in both mind and spirit.
Where do i find it?
Who can help me locate the ever warming fire
deep in the cold lonely woods.

It's been too long since reality likes to smack me in the face.
And sometimes im so god damn stubborn.
I need to be beat,
cut up
thrown out
....abandoned
in order get back on track.

I'm not complaining, as i love mistakes for what they teach.
But fuck man,
shit's hard.

i'll get used to it someday.

Tho.

tequila dreams and frosted flakes

Yasumi (vacation) has been treating me with nothing but free time.
which is cool if you have money or a job.
i have neither.


Here is my weekly schedule so far:

Monday:
Wake up at 4pm
Eat some Gyudon (beef and rice)
take my vitamins...i just started again for fear of losing my hair due to my horrible diet. ha
smoke a cigarette.
watch very strange Japanese movies
smoke.

Tuesday:
Still watching more movies
go to sleep at 10 am.
wake up at 5pm.
go grocery shopping
eat frosted flakes
take my vitamins (there is like 6 i take...why?  BECAUSE THEY COME IN LITTLE PACKS)
smoke.
cook dinner --which was friggen awesome...should have taken a picture
smoke.
watch more movies.
look for a job.
smoke.
type this blog while eating more cereal.


My life currently is like a pothead without the weed.

But fantastically, last week was so much better.

i did all sorts of things,
like ingest many free tequila shots purchased by a good friend.
woo!
and then dance on stage (not that kind of stage)
while he was performing
his songs.

The night spawned a dancing circle in the audience
As we sent random Japanese people as tribute for our sacrificial ceremony and forced them to dance for everyone's entertainment.
some were shy, and danced like they lost movement in their elbows and knees.
yet others...others could actually dance.
One of them reminded me of an electric toothbrush.  for some odd reason.
I think i was drunk.

Afterwards i got on the wrong train to no man's land; wiping the window fog to see the beautifully displayed tunnels of unfamiliarity i was going through.  Luckily, it stopped
(after a mild panic revealing subtle sweat marks under my arms)
--one station past my own....but took about 30 min extra to get there...

I tried to sleep, but failed.  and this is why i have been waking up at about 4pm everyday afterward.
I've become a night owl, trying to preoccupy my curious mind with simple objects.
like my wall.
my bed.
and my frosted flakes.

If you want to talk to me in the real world.  Im generally always up so feel free to talk to me anytime!
unless you want to collect my eyelids or some weird shit like that.

-jaa ne