summer 2023

yes the links to note collections are reverse chronological and the notes themselves are chronological. these r my rules.




i think you and i need to be together at midnight so i can say something so profound i get the supreme honour of being at the top of the ryan taylor notes page

shard of glow on the drummer’s lap; sunlight in a clear glass jar

fragile and engagingly lost

the bill is stacked.
the laundry is piled high.
we are out of dryer sheets.

I feel the distance when my friends talk about emotions

They will find your body, dead or alive, and you will have to figure out something to do about it

unsure what to do with the circus of my hands

This press release is just the ship of Theseus

It takes millions of revolutions through space for me to finally feel what I started to

jive
cry
lose it

And I’ve been putting your name to it

Lots of people like me, you know when it’s especially nice? Is when they don’t know who I am. That’s when I know it means something.

7000 RPM!!!!!

they sign softly under their breath

careful scrutiny by those who do these things

There’s an IV drip hanging off my Murphy bed

Weather the storm or get pulled into the whirlpool

I like the purity and beauty of the assembler, the lightness and danger of C and the multidimensionality of the possibilities of shooting myself in C++.

Adjusting his glasses in death’s face

the loneliest kids in paradox space

Movie about goofballs who love halal food and cigs

the brave end of the shovel

But there are times it is sad, in the long dream

Our Lady of Deepened Shadows

the ambient hippie magicks there would send you straight back to maryland

speak up! i can’t hear you over the hallucinated experimental jazz!

avatar of the end in a constant mourning period for the death of avatar of the stranger and his rotation of faces.

North Jersey’s biggest dreamers

Probably Nick was trying to party and be a college kid and Chris was studying quantum physics and writing songs because that’s the kind of guy Chris was.

i will stagnate by a lamp post

You should be in a museum. Or in a mausoleum.

the well undressed man

Gerard was an avenging angel from some comic book galaxy here to tear down the world.

It’s an honor to be a part of the end

Bánh mi
nyc waterways transport
the bus
dawn
LOTR

it would take so long and the chaise and soup and espresso and apples to explain but i appreciate that a lot

Oh yeah, you caught me
But I caught you on worse

7 fucking pages

”My heart is fast and broken in”

”The suburbs dream of violence. Asleep in their drowsy villas, sheltered by benevolent shopping malls, they wait patiently for the nightmares that will wake them into a more passionate world.”

She loved him the best when he was very sad or very serious or very happy.

You either jump in or just watch

I think I just want to be able to have changed your life

Hello miss, are you here on purpose?

Man infinitely surpasses man.

History provides a compelling argument that every scientist who tinkers around with unstoppable shit needs a reliable flamethrower

”Not a very pretty world, is it?” ”Which one?”

you wonder if this conversation might be wandering down the wrong turn you so desperately want it to

the better half of fight or flight

I’ll have more words later but tonight we dance.

bumper to bumper, then it’s not. FLOOR IT! -K

You think you know what brings me down
that I want those things you could never allow

Vicious and dreaming. Humongous dreams.

And there was one piece of paper that came with it that said, ”Sign our band or we will kill you.” And it had a phone number.

from the streets to the blogs

metro north conductors blast ultraviolet rays at prospective passengers and those of us unfortunate enough to be a poorly constructed prison of flesh and bone for priceless gems glow the brightest in their barrage of radiation

big wants

top 10 tales from the target at the end of space and timw

We re-read this message from that man mad enough to imagine that he had business with us, and tacked in the direction of Mercury.

This kid is going places. Dark, uncomfortable places, but places nonetheless.

If you can’t fix it, you don’t own it

CIA (Crazy Inside Artists)

We felt we understood the trains more than the Transit Authority. Teenagers were running the system. We decided when, where, how much we wrote. Graffiti showed that the Transit Authority was not in control.

”Sleeping beauty languages”

a long night spent with your most obvious weakness

Harley descends from the heavens - via Bangladesh - for a few days to get you another set of foster-parents, after the cassette-throwing incident.

the type of guy to bring a sword to a gun fight

divining shades of blue behind the rainstorm

lived their lives dressed like apparitions from another world

EAT DRINK SMOKE PLAY SET SHIT ON FIRE & DISAPPEAR INTO THE NIGHT

their formulas ricocheting off the walls like a heavenly choir in a high school gym.

You close your eyes, try to think of other things, and...biology is biology.

”Every day I wake up, and my body thinks it’s from Queens.”

bolts from the blue

GAY PEOPLE? FOR FREE?

Their cause is ours

Big fish
The fall

I am the worst case scenario of Thomas Jefferson’s dream

the conversation of humanity in its entirety

She is your marrow
And your ride home

I wanna be more than a wasted nightmare

JW: Imagine the architect who gets a contract for building a sex club. Do the architects and contractors and laborers know what goes on in all the places they build? I assume they have to. Do they ever try out a glory hole when no one’s around?
BH: What do you think the building permits say?

I oughta catch you during an apocalypse more often

i love you like it’s the old days

Coded inline because we’re god.

bored and afraid

Thereupon there was Bedlam, and I contributed my share of noise.

something comforting about the idea that you will never escape the labyrinth. always tangled in somewhere.

toe the party line

the lives of secular saints

Should we use the floor that exists- or should we make a new one?

whoever they are, they ride with a Nikon Coolpix s550, ’08

Everybody is totally fed up with your condescending, self indulgent narrative style. They all want to go back to my slightly less condescending, slightly more self indulgent style.

i think it is time to exit the water

your chariot standing empty

Courage has a brutal core

drive, dear, the police don’t work on sundays

mosh pits and catnip

Comets hit the #7 train

The rules of society do not apply in the air

dude my spirit cried

My last semester at Vassar, I’d taken to wearing nunchucks in a strap on holster and carrying around a samurai sword- that should tell you all you need to know. The most romantic thing I had done in two years was to chop down about an acre of Vassar’s lilacs one night with my sword, so that I could fill my girlfriend’s room with the blossoms.

You have to wonder where we’d be without slightly weird british guys

I need to go do ryan taylor things

It has been with you your whole life. It has grown and it has collected evidence to support itself. It has gathered momentum and led you to this point.

halo eight

How To Look Like a Unicorn Medieval Hunter

silentium universi

your night ends when our night begins

you look very poetic

”what am I supposed to do when I wake up in a bed and you’re not in it?”

And I know that continents and centuries collide in these saved and assembled scraps. They are a happy accident in lots of ways.

dedicated to a life of sexual freedom, criminal enterprise, and fresh forest air

walking artists
it’s a canon to me

”I don’t even know what I mean by that, but I do, all the time.”

do yr part to save the scene and stop going to shows

discernment our dance steps

In the name of august