Cigarettes.

Constantly giving and taking away.
Like all good relationships.

I am very happy my father and sister are in London with me.
magic.

French Fries and the Factory

I am in Lille.
It is beautiful.
I had a college kid show me around a little bit that i met on the train here.
he was super cool and his english wasn't half bad.
there are men in suits at the mcdonalds here making sure people by food. haha.
crazy.
I got by because "I bought food earlier."
of course he had no clue what I was saying. damn french.
this place reminds me of austin.
it is a huge college town and there are tons of interesting people.
more doug burr. I can't get enough of him.


while I was in London, I saw all the normal touristy cool stuff, but the highlight was the Andy Warhol exhibit. Incredible.





Let's bring back the Factory.

mind the gap.

Train from Dover to London
10:30pm, Nov 11th 2008


What a hell of a day. I am currently listening to Joy Division’s “love will tear us apart.” I am the most excited I’ve been yet. I love England. I love English! God, it’s so good to read directions in English and to hear people speaking it - heaven.
I took a train from Paris to some small town in the north and jumped on another train to Calais where I caught a ferry to Dover. I met four of the sweetest elderly people in Calais at the bus stop to the ferry and they were just talking to me with their british accents. It was so awesome. I hung out with them on the ferry and played guitar for them. They we’re eating it up. I then hooked up with these two kids who had been traveling for a charity fundraiser and got a free bus ride out of it.
I miss Nashville and all the mother fuckers there. I can’t wait to smoke cigarettes with Steven, watch Bennett and Jenny be cute as fuck, Drink beer with Tyler, Have sit down “talks (him busting my ass for something)” with Gabe, sit on the porch of 1201 with Justin, play with Kopecky, sit around with Evan, make drama with Meagan, drink coffee and not dance with Davey, play string music with Ben, and go to circle K with La’akea and get cheap cigarettes from Will – every thing its right place. Congratulations to you guys for being so fucking awesome. Keep the wolf from the door.

“The future is very bright my friends” - John McCain (Ha!).

We often have to go out of our minds to get into them…

…. my ears are dirty and I don’t have cue tips.

another day in Paris(dise)...

I am a panther shut up and bellowing in
cement walls, and I am angry at blue
evenings without ventilation
and i am angry with you, and it will come
like a rose
it will come like a man walking through fire
it will shine like an unseen trumpet in a trunk
the eyes will smell like sausages
the feet will have small propellers
and i will hold you in Bayonne and
the sailors will smile
my heart like something cut away from
cancer will feel and beat again feel
and beat again----but now
the blue evening is cinched like old
muskets and dangling sex rope hangs
as the tree stands up and calls:
July, the dust of hope in the bottom of paper cups
along with small spiders that have names like ancient
European cities; spit and dross, heavy wheels;
oilwells stuck between fish and sucking up the grey gas
of love and the palms up on the cliff waving
waving in the warm yellow light
as i walk into a drugstore to buy toothpaste,
rubbers, photographs of frogs, a copy of the latest
Consumer Reports (50) cents for i consume and
am consumed and would like to know
on this blue evening
just which razor blade it would be best for me
to use, or maybe, i could get a station wagon or buy a
stereo or a movie camera, say 8mm, under $55
or an electric frying pan ... like the silver head
of some god-thing after they drop the bomb BANG
and the grass gives up and love is a shadow
and love is a fish tail weaving through
threads that seem eyes but are only what's
left of me on the last blue evening after the bands
have suicided out, the carnival has left town and
they've blown up the Y.W.C.A. like a giant balloon and
sent it out to sea full of screaming lovely lonely

- Charles Bukowski
"A report for the consumption of myself."
from: Roominghouse Madriga;s

Barcelona is the new... Miami?

I am in my hostel chillin.
I walked around Barcelona for forever yesterday and today.
It is beautiful.
It is probably about 60 degrees and I can see the beach.
I can't find my cord for my camera.

While I was in Madrid, I got this awesome cheap little guitar.
I've been playing it non stop.

I am headed to London tomorrow night.
On the 19th I am seeing Sigur Ros in Luxemburg.
Justice and many other great dj/electronic bands are playing this huge rave show in Belgium on the 15th...
I want to go real bad, but I can't track down any tickets yet...
I snuck into a hostel and slept there for free last night.

Pretty much I am having a right good time.

Goodbye Paris. Hello Soviet Union.

I moved out of my apartment.
said goodbye to my Canadian friend.
I am now waiting in the train station to go to Madrid, Spain with my two Ausie friends.
I am now apart of the soviet union... permanently...