Insomnia

Sunday, 19 July, slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.

from the diary of Franz Kafka

Final show of Round Eye’s run with Fang and Besmirchers in Port Angeles tonight.

Somehow despite having spent a solid five months or so at a bike shop in neighboring Sequim and taking an ex on the requisite goth girl pilgrimage to Forks to see where Twilight was filmed I’ve never actually made it to Port Angeles. There’s Canada!

I joined this tour with no small degree of trepidation and met some of the kindest people to ever grace my life. Tour dump to come.

View this post on Instagram

Leave a Reply Cancel reply

Thought:

“E’ry knee bends when the engineer cue his stems
Wax nostalgic ’bout future events
Unlawful possession of financial instruments
Frowny Face
Made haste to vacate the place
The ride smelled like wedding cake
Steeplechase
She pressed gas, I pumped the brakes
Sheepish face
How bad you wanna know, like a box of unmarked VHS tapes (How bad?)
In your Dad’s storage space nobody knew about
‘Til he passed, they called, the payment was late
The rust flaked off when you raised the gate
“Toodle-oo.”
“Goodbye Mr. Wolf.”
“Toodle-oo.”“

billy woods | “toothy”