Olive

I'm going to update on here soon, school and life is crazy. From San Francisco to Santa Cruz to San Francisco to the bottle to Santa Rosa to Oakland back to San Francisco. It's been a crazy month, and school isn't getting any slower. I'm working on starting to compile some shit for a new zine with my buddy and fellow DY Max Goerl. So maybe that will happen.

MUSIC WEDNESDAY

MUSSIIIIIICCCC! Not all leaks, but all things bloodspot will most likely email me and tell me to delete. Taking a little more mellow route this week, in honor of HSBG this weekend. Mumford and Sons, Bad Books, Light Black's post rock album. Other shit, whatever, I've been busy obviously, and not sad so i can't rant. Except, fuck Calligraphy. Party till you puke.

1.Mumford & Sons-Babel 2.Sigur Ros-Valtari 3. Light Black-Flynn 

4. Tilly and the wall-Heavy Mood 5.Indian Taker-Tule Fog 6. Bad Books- II

Nightowls

There are certain nights, when the trains are scarcely populated, but still occupied (by the drunks, the depressed, wanderers, and me) that I feel like riding to the end of the line. My soundtrack? Chopin, at full volume. I create a silent film of the late night misfits. They writhe and converse, discussing the politics of their night, liquid philosophers! But they are clowns in my film, and I'm smiling till midnight.

MUSIC FR(EE)DAY

Like Rats-S/T // Birds In Row-You,Me, and the Violence
La Dispute-Violinist sessions Propagahndi-Failed States
Two Gallants-The Bloom and the Blight // Title Fight-Flaual Green

Fuck you.

Hellhound

Blogs from a high school party

I write this from a corner of a garage. Smells like weed, these fuckers are smoking weed. Dub step radiates the dance floor, er should I say the uncarpeted garage floor. Skrillex. Everyone knows the words. We got pabst blue ribbon in brown bags. They are about to drop the bass. Everyone is ready to drop the bass. I'm ready to kill my self.

I'm in a bed. Not my bed, no, it's a pull out mattress. My knees curled to my chest and Netflix in the background. I feel at a loss for my generation, feel sick as a human being. There will be no future generations. No one will look back and laugh. Laugh now. We are the pinnacle of waste.

Hunger Game

Im starving. I have no food except top ramen for the next 2 days because i decided bars were a better idea. They weren't, i just want some toast! I smell sex and candy, where the fuck is my candy!