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!