We cast our hearts in plaster
We imagined our bodies were fashioned of stone
But they chipped at the brick and mortar
We found out that we're only layers of skin hiding bones
And our bones are like chains, old and rusted in the rain
They're going to snap when the weight shifts

My cousin, Tina reads this...

...and I've come to the conclusion that my language is slightly embarrassing. Shit.

I don't update this shit nearly as much as I should. Maybe it's because I have mostly nothing to talk about. As far as I'm concerned my life is, for lack of a better word, middling. It's just day in, day out shit. I wish I had more to talk about, but at the same time, no news is good news. On the other hand, I could sit here and type for hours about Kings. I love the direction we're running in and just can't fucking wait to get this shit recorded so we can play shows already. I wanna get back on a stage and go nuts.

Guess that's that. Title Fight/Four Year Strong fucking rocked. Broke my phone screen, so I can't read/send texts or make calls. Got a nice fucking scrape across my face, so I'm ugly for now. Stage dove and managed roll over everybody into the pit and land un-cushioned on my back. Other than that, it fucking rocked.