Game of Thrones and Morning Coffee

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I'm drinking my morning coffee before work and can't think quit thinking about last night's Game of Thrones! Holy Sadness!

They were slaughtered. It wasn't even quick; it was slow and humiliating. I really liked Robb, too.​

An entire quarter of the show's plot was killed off. The idea of undying goodness will prevail somehow in the end is dead.​ The show is intense. The only positive is maybe more air time for Daenerys. 

The show is getting more and more magical and I love it. I really should invest in reading the books, but at this point in time I don't have that kind of attention span.​

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My Song of the Day

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Circle Takes The Square -

In The Nervous Light Of Sunday

Whispers invoke the artists of this tragically seemless, ill fated tapestry,

blistered fingers are tending their loom.

She collects the strands to braid into life.

Logging the weft of an ageless, woven infinity, countless raw fibers are clawing the frame.

A woman's work is never done, but the final stitch has got to come,

and so three witches contend to slice the very last thread

(that you curse, curse constantly)

But nothing's immortal, and comfort is not guaranteed-

a yearling who bears our sincere passions is chosen, frozen and quivering,

like a thread in the wake of a blade.

So we compromise, so we sacrifice.

Compromise nothing, but that which secures a comfortable life, risk as the indication of a healing sacrifice.

Destroy the altar whose boundaries tides will never exceed, ignite the pyres underneath a sedated mythology.

Five decades his lifetime, and his life's work is just fading scratches in stone.

She tends the numerals, counting fingers, counting her toes.

Keeping track of the time racing, years wasting

(dance to the sound of his weight bearing back breaking)

infinite ages the length of this quilt's making.

And we dance, we dance in the stronghold...

That you curse, curse constantly, of the needle's sheen.

Do you feel this thin strand resting in a pinch?

That's the thread that you curse, curse constantly.

An eternal patch on a quilt that hangs from a wall in a throw frought with our decay...

From six states away, five years of guilt postmarked four days before my escape.

All I ever asked was for a clean break.

In the first nervous light of the day,

collecting the novels whose scribes sought to keep me contained.

My dad's favorite novel on top of the pile, in the self concious first light shake the memory of his smile, igniting these volumes, igniting these volumes I'm warmed by the flames.

Alter the deafening earthen tones...

In the nervous light, I dance in the nervous light and I'm warmed by the flames.

Dance to the sound of his weight bearing back fucking breaking.

Alter the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking, dictate the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking,

Alter the tone of your weight bearing back breaking, we can mend all the seams that were torn during our backs slowly breaking.

In the nervous light...

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Another Day in Portlandia...

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I woke up about 8:30 this morning and talked with Smoggie Catt a little and fell back asleep until about 10:45am. I wish I would just get my lazy ass out of bed when I wake up the first time. ​

Woke up, made some ​scrambled eggs, took, out the trash and wandered down to Stumptown and got the americano I've been longing to have for a few days now. 

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The skies are blue and the sun is out and it's a fresh 68 degrees with a cool breeze. ​I love the smell of fresh food being cooked and watching all the happy people walk down the sidewalks.

It makes me really excited to get a harness and take Smoggie Catt for walks. It's a whole new world of adventure just waiting to happen. It makes me smile just thinking of the potential pictures to be taken. I love that fluff puff so much! 

Mt Tabor Adventuring

I walked around Mt Tabor today. I sat and did some writing, too. The sky was a perfect blue and I was able to see Mt Rainier and Mt Hood standing majestically in the distance.

​I thought I saw a fairy running through the grass, but it was only a bird carrying away a worm. I should have known better; fairies only make themselves known at night. They are much harder to spot in the daylight. ​

1 Month, 2 Months, 10 Months and Head Thoughts

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10 months ago tomorrow I will have arrived in the great land of Portlandia. A lot has changed in that time. I've lived 3 different places since arriving here. I haven't found my dream place yet, but that's okay. It takes time.​ 

​2 months ago I welcomed Cody back into my life as a roommate. 

1 month ago: Adam arrived in Portland. The three of us share an apartment. After living alone for so long sharing a space feels a little peculiar. ​It's not a bad thing at all; just a little different for the head box.

I found a bookshelf yesterday. Being able to see the things I've learned or want to learn displayed on a bookshelf is very important to my head. 

​In the past 2 months Cody and I have started A.B. TV and Adam and Cody have multiple video projects, too. Video game stuff I don't completely understand. I quit focusing on video games a long time ago.

​I like the NES, SNES, and pinball machines. I am completely suffice with all those.

​We have 3 solid songs written for our new band, 2 of which I have lyrics for, 1 of which is tracked. As of last night we added a fourth member to our band. His name is Daniel, he's from Russia, he is a really rad dude, and has all the ambition we need! 

 In the last 10 months: I've started a new band, finished writing my book of poetry, made a lot of new friends, started a new video blog series, but I still feel like I need to do more.

I really want to get out of town and go to the coast or a National Forest. I need more hiking. It's good for my head. I'm going to head to Mt. Tabor after I finish typing all these head thoughts. ​

This coffee hasn't soaked into my brain waves yet. I stayed up until about 5 am, slept til 12:30pm. It's now 3:11pm and I feel like a zombie. 

Eggs leave a weird taste in your mouth even after brushing your teeth. ​

A major Chinese company wants to buy Smithfield. That's the US's largest pork producer. I already don't like factory farming, but that idea seems absolutely terrible. ​Read more.

I'm just discovering The XX, but I am thoroughly impressed. Seeing Hundred Waters the other night was awesome. Father John Misty is still one of my greatest heroes in recent years. ​

I love Smoggie Catt. When my money situation is better I will buy her a harness and will start taking her for small walks and eventually on coffee trips! Yay! I can't wait! ​

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Yesterday and Today

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Yesterday!​

  • ​I ran 2 miles for first time in for fucking ever. I ran the whole time, my body is a little in shock, glad I did it.
  • Met a potential guitarist for new band with Adam and Cody. He's Russian, really funny and seems really chill.​

Today!​

  • ​Bad News: There will be no episode of A.B. TV. 
  • Good News: ​I am tracking vocals to another song for new band tonight.
  • My cheap ass bookshelf collapsed before work. ​
  • ​I'm making coffee for Middle America. What's new, eh?
  • I need to finish up the lyrics to this other track.​
  • I should probably find a bookshelf.​

One Book Written:

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One book written and already have plans for 2 others. As soon as I raise the necessary funds for printing the first book they will be available for purchase via this very website: abcorduroy.com. ​

​With that said if you have money to spare and a giving spirit please donate to my cause. Every little bit helps. There's only 1 backer in the last week. Help me out and let's get this book printed! 

http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1636325209/acorn-season-poems-proverbs-and-other-absurd-words