Holy Shit! Giant Squid! (Warning Strong Language)

What the fuck!? I told you... First bloop and now this? Check this shit out! Japanese scientists finally managed to photograph a live giant squid in the wild. What the FUCK! Does that squid have a laser gun?

Check out these scary-ass pictures, it looks like the squid is fighting back, firing his fucking LASERGUN right at the dudes shooting pictures of it. Fuck yeah! Stay away from giant squids who shoot fucking lasers. I'm looking at you, Japan. I told you so... stay out of the ocean. Who knows what fucking scary ass, tech-equipped mutant lifeforms exist way at the bottom.




























Jesus Christ! Next up, Leviathan! Google it, read your bible, cause it's down there folks and I'm not talking about Hobbes. I'm talking giant, man-eating (Possibly equipped with some sort of fucking missile launcher) largest animal ever on Earth. Google it and be afraid.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

There's a pain... in my head.

So, I'm sitting here,
writing again to you, my journal
bouncing things off thin air.

Looks like Haiku, but it isn't
now when I write, poetry comes out
but when you breathe, life comes out
breath by breath I watch air that was yours
and I wonder when I'll see another

turn some into words,
somehow yours can take my breath away
somehow, you can.
maybe I know how

But there's still a pain... in my head.
It feels like my eyeball is trying to escape my head.
Leave the skull behind completely.

Job vacancy.  New eye needed for 26 year old male. 
Previous experience required.

Going to Michigan.  Can't wait. Can't breathe until then.

-Josh

Hearts and Scars

You're inside, but I'm inside out
The last train out of town,
Catch a wreck, direct to your car
To find shared breathing in the dark

I'm standing outside of your house, waiting for you to come home
Walking with the ghosts of the days you spent alone

I watch you, lying in your bed,
all beauty, with a deadly edge
I'm buried alive inside, I'm never coming up for air
Lock the doors, no one should see what I'm about to bare

Hearts and scars

Memories traced veins and fingertips...

When you're around, I always sleep so sound

whenxyou'rexaroundxIxalwaysxsleepxsoxsound

Grace

When life is darkest

I stretch, fumbling in the dark
Finding only you

Searching in the dark
I stumble but catch my feet
Standing face to face

Grace, the state of mind
Not only that but virtue
You are and have it

Things I'm in love with...

• Gabriel Garcia Marquez
• The Hush Sound
• My friends, my coworkers
• My mom (and yes, the rest of my family)
• Sunset over Southern California
• The welcome first chill of night air
• Pete Wentz and Fall Out Boy
• Writing Music for you
• Writing Haiku and poetry and leaving it scattered across the Internet
• October Fall
• October period. Cherry Blossom never smelled so good
• Coded messages
• The written word and how yours touch me. How your book stays with me all the time.
• Signed Baseball cards.
• Music makes my heart swell and come out my mouth, just a little.
• People who are smart. A very smart person once told me the brain is the sexiest part of the body.
• Feeling 16 again for the first time in almost ever
• You whispering in my ear, even now, even so far away.

Update: Grace

"it feels like the first day of my life, glad i didn't die before i met you".

Come and see us.
Come on, the moon's right, and I'm right here.

I wouldn't miss this for the world.
These kids have no idea.  They never will
Maybe we weren't supposed to.  Oh, well, someone fucked up
Now it's too late to make other plans, and someone should have lost theirs job/head over this one

We got put back together in the wrong/right place and now we're all jagged lines and weird angles that shouldn't fit together, like puzzle pieces that look like corners, but really attach. if you pay close enough attention, you can watch them slide together in the box, ever...so...slowly...

Bulletproof

you and me, we're bulletproof.

the way people aren't, ideas are. well, they can be
the way we both know before, before it's ever really spoken
the way you used to trick you brother into believing you can read his mind. that's how.
the way you let me hang, sway in the wind

the way i'll let you do the same in a different breath
the way it all adds up, in all the ways you're fantastic

we're not solid, we're not concrete, we're fucking bullet...proof
we've got the tools
we've got the goods
we know how to talk/dance/sing/drive/insert verb of choice/sleep
lean way in and listen, cause this is important.

can i say this again? i won't say sorry if i don't really need to
will you need to? maybe. maybe less than you really think.
maybe we're just

bullet-proof

Savannah

Savannah before Vegas
Vegas before Los Angeles
Michigan before Savannah

New Philadelphia before Michigan
before Cleveland...
before Canton...

Tracks stretch off into the distance
I can almost see where they go
But I love where they end up

Love Haiku

Written in your book
I cannot tell you the words
It's so hard to leave

T-Minus

+ The weekend is almost here
+ The Midwest is always fun (I'm big in Ohio)
- It was not margarita Friday today
+ It was danish Friday today
+ Standing up for your friends
+ Speaking your mind about what you believe
- None of that matters when politics is involved
- Long distances (More than 15 hours)
+ Pretty young reporters from Ohio

Conclusion:
I am in serious like with girls from Ohio who read, are very sweet, and are diabolical.

Thank you punk hoody (for keeping me both safe and warm)

^^^
Punk Hoody
(actual picture taken just before leaving the apartment)

I think I almost got mugged last night. Yup. Maybe it would have really happened, maybe not. I definitely felt unsafe. Here's the story:

I left ye olde apartment last night to walk around the block, listen to Pete and the Fall Out Boys sing to me and I stopped on the corner of Brockton and Santa Monica, very close to my apartment. I noticed two gentlemen ride up on bikes. They were speaking Spanish and eyeing me. (Speaking Spanish does not make one more likely to mug someone, I'm not an idiot or a racist... I just don't speak it so I was a little off balance)

One of the gentlemen then rode his bike up next to me and continued giving me the stink eye and talking to the other one. The, get this, the other one rides up next to me too. Keep in mind... Midnight, Los Angeles, deserted street scene. I'm just saying they have plenty of free space to stand, just don't do it a foot from me.

So they both keeping eyeing me and talking until one decided to shove off. He took off and yelled to the other one, leaving me a little rattled but thankful for my new punk hoody (See pic above from the night in question)

I'm not sure I would've been mugged anyway, but had I been wearing something else less...stand-offish, I probably would've been in trouble. That's why I say, thank you punk hoody.

To order one for yourself and for other cool punk schwag... Check out The Clandestine website

Why you should come to California (You know who you are)

+Warm sun, onshore flow keeps it from getting too hot
+All you favorite celebrities live here
-So do most most Reality TV Stars
+Free plane tickets (Inquire within for details)
-Price of gas
+I'll drive you around, so forget the last one
+Craig Ekedahl lives here... period.
-So do I, and I've been referred to as "creepy" on several occasions. But then, they might not know any truely creepy people.

It puts the lotion on it's skin, or else it sleeps in the cage again

This is so messed up on so many levels:

Creepy article

Love in the time of Cholera

I think the idea of a bookclub with just two people in it is super.

Blackout

Supplies Needed to survive a blackout in Los Angeles:

• Water (Fresh) obtained from kitchen at work. Fiddle with coffee percolator until you can pee in the top and get out fresh water. Commence taking iodine pills once fresh water runs out.
  
• Full tank of gas. A fuel efficient vehicle. Fleeing inland only gets you so far in an SUV.
• GUNS - To survive on the highway, you'll need to fight off roving motorcycle gangs a la Mad Max.
• A monkey-proof shelter to lay low until natural selection takes over and only hot chicks survive.Plus, who knows what 40-foot apes will be on the loose. There isn't any power, anything can happen.
  
• A map to dry land, unless by some freak chance, California hasn't fallen into the ocean.
  

Open letter to the guy who thinks I don't know about Alkaline Trio

Google the title of my blog, douchebag.

The Perfect Weekend

• I am Inspired. I want the perfect weekend. I think this may be just within my reach, I just need to be patient.
• I'm big in Ohio, wish I were big in Minnesota. I've never been there. Well, except the airport.
• I'm not worried
• My heart swells and bursts when I wonder where you are and who you're with. Sometimes me. I'm inside out when we talk. I just can't hide anything. Maybe I don't want to anymore and am glad I can't
  
• Again, I want my own perfect weekend. Maybe I already had it. Maybe it's yet to come. Hopefully, Tim Burton will help.
  
• I'm not really emo. No matter what anyone says or how long my hair gets.
  

-J