I know I've been neglecting the old myspace and giving all the attention to my facebook page, but I wanted to let everyone know I'll be at the Knitting Factory in Hollywood with Ashley Mendel on Sunday. 

i miss my baby.
i wish she was here,
now.
i want to smell her hair,
to taste her skin,
oh how i could listen to the song of her voice for hours.
and right now that seems so far away.
everything everywhere is cold without her.
and i feel like one hour with her could save my life.
the sparkle in her eyes
the sound of her breathing
the way she waits for me to speak
and i have nothing to say...
just be here with me
now.
watch the sunrise.
let our bodies melt into tomorrow.
let the rest of the world burn to the ground
a thousand times
and then
she'll tell me it's okay.
tell me i'm supposed to be this way.
she'll tell me my imperfections are perfect
in her own
divine
way.
i miss my baby.
i wish she was here,
now.

for the most part, this guy has got my number. there are a few big differences, but i have to give respect for getting it so dialed. AndresDirk, i'm coming to you for lessons!
-ben

and then, all of a sudden i was set free. i heard the chain break but i couldn't look away from your eyes. and you lifted me into the sky with you. i was so excited i almost missed the whole thing. it was only your eyes, the sound of your breath and the faint scent of chocolate that kept me from floating away.



edit: painting by large

don't ask me for tickets
i'm sorry but no
don't ask me for tickets
to the incubus show

don't ask me for tickets
if you are my friend
don't ask me for tickets
i won't say it again

the clubs might be tiny
the shows very small
a stange choice of venue,
these elegant halls

can you spare a ticket?
or a nice backstage pass?
it ain't gonna happen
so don't even ask

don't ask me for tickets
i'm sorry but no
don't ask me for tickets
to the incubus show

-benjamin kenney, october 27th, 2006

when my heart woke up this morning it found a note from my brain left on the refrigerator door:

"i expected you to know better. i am begging you, come see me before you go off and make decisions that will effect us both. i know i can be unaffectionate and i usually make all the decisions around here so i'll understand if you'll hesitate to see me first. i just hope you can see the consequences of your actions this time.
love,
-brain"

confused and a little upset, my heart proceeded to prepare a bowl of honey nut cheerios for breakfast.

time is running out.
there is only one me but there are many people i need to be.
or maybe not. i'd do well on a planet all by myself.

but then there's those urges... you know the kind.

marvin wasn't lying.

the world becomes such a romantic notion when i think about the asteroid headed our way.

all i need is a connection, a hint that my ship in the desert could someday run aground on your shores.

...and my hands go cold. my voice disappears. all the sound in the world is now gone. and that's not your perfume i smell on my hands. that's the scent of never ending compromise. three words and you've gone too far. three words and i can't even feel the floor anymore. i don't know you at all. after tonight i'll wish we never met. after tomorrow i'll wish i could take it all back. and somehow i've been awake through all of this in a coma-like state, paralyzed from the heart up. i wish i could let you know so many things but in the end it wouldn't matter. i'm so fucking sick to my stomach. the skin on my face feels like it's on fire. and still, i can't hear a thing. i can't hear a single word. not anymore. not since you crossed that line. did you ever think that i could be fragile too? no, that wouldn't suit you.