Ripper.

Falling.

I am flawed.

Lauren Farmer.

Don't cry, I'll bring this home to you.

The days go black.

The snare hit at the 46 second mark is awesome.

There's no peace.

Things that don't go together: Beer and peanut butter sandwiches. (It doesn't help that I spread the pb on frozen bread then nuked it all a little too much.)

Our hearts get torn up.

We'll look at a place far away from here.

Church.

Fast cars, fine ass.

Get of my stack.

A-oooooo.

A portrait in greyscale.

Attractive today.

Drew this last week.

Our signals are getting lost in the ether.

Oh, hello.

Abi at the burlesque/drag show.

Can you help me?

I'll never let you go.

If I still skateboarded this would make me wanna quit.

From you, its true.

This girl comes back in less than two months. Yes.

Life would be enough.

Manhattan.

I will call your name as I expire.

Old men dogs.

She won't follow you.

Rangers game.

I gotta keep moving.

The greatest villain.

No one hears me.

Thursday is playing Full Collapse tonight, straight through. I am lucky enough to see this.

You look me in the eyes.

The Wooden Sky - The Late King Henry
This band is awesome. I suggest you pick up both their releases.

I'm going back to Denver.

Since I haven't had the internet on my own personal computer, I've been avoiding posting my pictures from my DSLR of my trip to Tulsa. They ain't much, but I thought I'd share.

Cubs game.




Lake Shore Drive.





Holt.
Driving into the sunset.






The Talking Wall.

Kansas City Royals.

Floating the river with beer and fireworks.



Dan almost loses another finger.
Holt re-enacts it.







What-a-burger.

The Whale.











What-a-burger, again.
The Tulsa Driller.

What-a-burger, again, and again.
Bowling.
Holt.
Me.