They both have that look in their eyes… 🥹

Hercules Goes Bananas

Due to a series of extremely unfortunate events, I underwent a surgery several days ago that will render me hors de combat for the next six weeks. I spent the first day out of the hospital lying on the couch watching Jacques Cousteau documentaries and writing on my laptop, drifting in and out of dizzy states of consciousness as the morphine weakened and slowly wore off. No thanks to an incredible amount of pain and a vertiginous mix of Vicodin and Ambien, I typed furiously away all night and cooked up an incredibly bizarre batch of words of which I have no recollection of actually writing.

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Floating down a stream of consciousness, I’m still too young to feel old because growing up is like warm water and it’s good for the soul. Your eyes went wide with wonder as our evening went dark. Way above the treetops in the park, my heart beat blood and thunder and I tasted daydreams on your lips like rock candy, pure fire. Pour me a milk snow fairytale under the trapdoor.

The hobbyhorse melts like honey on the back of a hot photograph and I remember keeping animals under my mom’s library table. It’s not that I don’t love looking back, I love basement rooms and computers on card tables and nerf wars and the Aliens soundtrack. It’s just that Mr. Ellis wears a rug and Martin drinks Tabasco sauce at some chick’s wedding anniversary and my legs get hot when I’m in the air and I wanna curl up in my suitcase and torch the place because the bills are new and they hurt. There wasn’t a bomb under city hall so don’t panic. You. Are. Wonderful.

This was before I woke up in a van in St. Louis with an ice chandelier of crystal shards in my ureter and nobody checked the shower before I hit my head on the couch. I just laughed at King Kong when Samson ripped apart my 92 year old grandfather who looks like a rotten banana. Feeling pensive, are we? Time is boring and weird.

You will always be who you are until life changes the locks on your heart and the roof leaks rain. Gotta fix that.

Hy-Vee

With the demure hope of earning a few extra shreds of lettuce in high school, I scored a part-time job at an incredibly Midwestern-American grocery store by the name of Hy-Vee. If you are not a product of the Midwest, it is rather improbable that you’ve ever heard of the chain.

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Adam Young (2015)

There are actual tears. He doesn’t half pull it off though!

I went on a huge OC nostaliga trip last night looking through inactive blogs and quiet tags. Maaaan….I miss hootowl island, all the crazy amounts of edits, gif sets, Owl City Galaxy, Flames Pond…miss it man, such a Good Time™

Thranduil & Legolas - Outro

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I’d like to share this demo w u. It’s a song I wrote for my sister’s wedding :) x