flatsound:

losing you pt. 3

tonight i went through my phone
and read conversations from a time
when i would take pictures of the sky
just to show you my day

forgetting you is the hardest thing
that i’ve ever done

hi, i am rarely on tumblr at the moment, but this is the fb page for my radio show if you feel like keeping up to date with it and all 😊

keithbirthday:

I would rather be watching salmon spawn upriver than be at this punk rock show 

Earlier today I was at my job on my smartphone and I was emailed a video of salmon spawning
 - I watched it and it moved me

A soft crackling yolk spreads a fatty haze through thick clouds - a soft light drips into the atmosphere and breaks into fractals onto miniature glacial peaks kicked up by an admittedly countable but still impressive number of fish tails 

How amazing as robot helicopters carry cameras that take 4K footage of salmon headed upstream
in some sort of brilliant light
like the light of before I ever wake up anymore
I have almost never seen this light as far as I know but have often closed my eyes and imagined it  

Re: the light
Maybe as a child walks to school uphill
I saw it before
and to descend and find it receding 
later
as I skipped home
I’m sorry I didn’t skip but I did feel elated
a handfull of honeysuckle I had grabbed to suck
or buttercups held under chins
near the pond that eventually revealed itself 
as drainage

or the woods nearby, reduced to a small collection of mostly dead trees
beyond which a hole cut into a cliff
it is definitely not a mine but my young brain was convinced that the walls - rough hewn - freeze frame yawning as some water trickled down

The song big bad John resonated
in my heart each time I went into that hole
Agin not the mine it appeared but it was probably some kind of runoff
I don’t think a sewer
but I did daydream
morbidly - as I still do
of the mine collapsing as in the song
and my small life ending

or that time I threw a rock at an abandoned window and
as the shatters hung in that perceptibly endless moment before they fell to the earth
I first felt remorse

Later I approached it but not actually 
but came close
Twenty eight years old and climbing on trains with my childhood friend
as all else
no longer through the childhood shortcut but a more practical route I hadn’t noticed then

rakatakat:

really love imagining a bunch a kids and teens on their pokemon journeys staying the night on the couches and floors in the lobbies of pokemon centers, having long talks about their experiences and feelings sharing funny and scary stories and myths about legendaries and trading items and sharing TMs along with sugary snacks and pokedex chargers all while their pokemon are out of their pokeballs and all bundled up in blankets sleeping soundly next to their trainers while they stare up at the stars shining through the glass ceiling over their heads

i kind of really acutely want to die