xofrnk

5.13.14
yesterday i found a mouse on my back porch. i named him herbert... possibly because that name kinda sounds like "her butt" to me and that made me laugh, but also because his face looked like 31st president of the united states, herbert hoover. google it. 
he was lying very peaceful and still on an old tupperware bin i had some yard tools and such in.
     for a moment or two while watching him sleep i thought to myself;
            'really? so this son of a bitch climbed up on my tupperware and took a nap huh?...wow, that's fucking ballzy...and also quite lazy. shit, i wish i had thought of that...i could use a nap. actually if i were a field mouse who looked like the 31st president of the united states, herbert hoover, and had fuck all to do today i would probably have thought of that. i'd climb right up on some dumb human's porch, take a shit on their picnic table, eat some old junk they left lying around, and take a big fat nap right there on their comfy ass tupperware bin they provided me, conveniently located on their shady back porch on a lukewarm day. because of course that's clearly what it's there for... mouse napping. no way anyone would travel to a store and purchase this tupperware bin for any other purpose. say housing yard tools, or the storage of things important to the upkeep of a property. and you know what? fuck it if they did. cause i'm herbert the chubby cheeked field mouse and i can do whatever the fuck i want with no goddamn sense of re...'
     ...and thats when a cool spring breeze carried the waft of pure decomposition that stopped me mid thought like a bright red train crossing.
sorry herbert... you go ahead and rest awhile. xofrnk


2.28.14
i love putting on a shirt or jacket i haven't worn in awhile and finding pocket treasures. an old receipt, a crumbled up piece of paper with a note scribbled on it, maybe a movie ticket from a few years ago. are they insignificant pieces of garbage? or relics of a former life, begging to remind you that there was in fact a world you existed in before you woke up this morning?
at times it can be easy to get wrapped up. to take things for granted, to forget our surroundings or the small experiences of our past... but make no mistake, these neural connections, no matter how tiny, are important to the person you are and the person you may become. nothing is trivial, everything matters even if it's been pushed to the back of your mind for a little while. i enjoy being made aware of that from time to time.
we are who we are, because of who we were and where we've been. xofrnk.



Oh, Frank Iero. Just as relatable in music, as you are in writing.
Sometimes I read his blog and remember why I wanted to get his name as a tattoo.