Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Fears for Tears


I finally realized my biggest fear today.

It's not to be alone, it's not desertion, betrayal, or even painful death.
I'm surprised I hadn't solidified it before but it is, unquestionably, the fear of living a normal life.
And I'm not being all cutesy amateur blogger.

It really rails on me all the time and influences my decisions so much.
I was listening to '1985' which in my opinion is a stupid-as song but my parents had the radio on when we were driving into the canyon and it all clicked.
Ugh, I think I fear it so much because I know it's going to happen sometime. I met this rad old grandpa the other day named Wayne who, in my opinion, had managed not living a normal life pretty well.

I think that's why I've put so much emphasis on music in my vida; because I guess I think it's a gateway to non sequiturity.

[ins. witty closing statement]

-_Parker Llyn Edwards/>

Monday, June 29, 2009

A question of acronymphs.



If a BLT represents 'Bacon, Lettuce, and Tomatoes', and represents the ingredients of the sandwich, shouldn't it read BBLT? It might just be me but I feel that bread is one of the if not the most important bit of the sandwich.

I guess BLT could represent the modern Bacon, Lettuce, and Tomato sandwich since it seems like bread is being removed from pretty much every sandwich. I saw someone trying to eat a burger without bread once. I was laughing that day.

Mama Ortron made me some incredible BLT Dip a while ago... I guess 'BLT' is appropriate for the dip seeing as there was no bread. But there WAS Mayo; so it should have been MBLT or BLTM.

Celebrities are dying! People are misusing acronyms! My cell phone bill is super high! Something must be wrong!

_-Parker Llyn Edwards/>

Friday, June 26, 2009

The sun was high in New York city, Everyone's head was in their hands
There was only the sound of blatant confusion, no drinking songs or club bands.
The scene had been one dark and gruesome, an act torn through with deep despair,
and as the word tore through the through lines, we could do naught but stop and stare.
Our land hosted a beast of a house call, something only left said and done.
And as we wrapped our minds around it, we knew for a moment they had won.

--
Lives are lost for what conclusion? Ideas still run through men's heads.
Our friends, our brothers, and the aquainted - they know not for why these have come.
And what to say for those behind them - Where does it start, where do we get off?
They tear it up to spit us out, they reign superior to a fault.
--

A legend's found dead in his apartment, the news reports hesitate with a lie.
Where is any truth found today? With whom can anyone safely confide?
My mind has found a python of a container - a place where an idea cannot grow.
A life in which in failure is solute, and where to find solace no one can know.
To offer up unguided direction - is to lead a flock to the precipice,
But to fall down, following, unthinking - is to be lead by an iron fist.

--
Our lives are lost to what conclusion? Ideas still run through men's heads.
Our friends, our brothers, and the aquainted - they know not for why this has come.
And what to say for those behind this? Where does it start, where do we get off?
We tear it up to spit ourselves out. We reign superior to a fault.
--

_/Parker Llyn Edwards/>

Thursday, June 25, 2009

SHUSH GURL

SHUT YOUR LIPS. DO THE HELEN KELLER AND TALK WITH YOUR HANDS BY MAKING SHAPES AND
PLACING THEM IN OTHER PEOPLES HANDS.



_Parker Llyn Edwards/>

Sunday, June 21, 2009

It's finished.

I really don't know why but I had the sudden urge to cut my hair tonight.

So I ran with it.

-Prior to the slaughter-


-During-


-C'est fin-

They're tears of joy.

Meh, whatever.

-Parker Llyn Edwards/>

I decided.

I am going to cut my hair.

Stay Lively.

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Bring on the night


I am a horrible blogger... I will never have fame.

My goal now as a bloggercon is to make my entries entertaining enough that you will always come back. The subject matter may not be worthy but I'm hoping to have enough writing gumption to make you want to read it.

I want you to writhe in the pains of withdrawal whenever I don't make an entry.

I 'DJ'd' a party on Saturday. I'm pretty happy that Max also DJ's, I feel we have kindred spirits even though he is far supreme. It was an interesting affair; it all began when I dragged Sam and Creed to help set up. I thought that I would be able to get in, set up how I wanted to, and get out. It was not to be.

When we got there Bro. Scott was already waiting. Bro. Scott knew what he wanted.

I decided to let him do what he wanted because he has some AA quality gear in there. I DECIDED. ME. Anyways some of my gear ended up just sitting there looking pretty (and oh how it did).

I really get the biggest kick out of it though. Massive power, expensive but beat up gear, huge sound, [mostly] fantastic music, good friends. Aaahh.... I remember sitting up during more than one cold logan night mixing for something like 5 hours straight. I facebook statused: Parker Isdefinitelyan Edwards had one of the best nights of his life.

It was super awkward but I had found another kindred spirit that night as well. Turns out the Scott is a crazy audiophile and has the works in terms of audio.

A good night, that one!

I took my dear pup Mobilicobius over to Jeffery's to say hello to his puppy, Mobi was terrified - but the little ball of fur 1/4 of his size was not...

I just watched 'W.' a moderately satirical film on George Bush's political career. I also just forgot everything I had to say about it....

-_Parker Llyn Edwards/>

PPPPSSSS: I've decided to change the name of this blog to the title of this entry.