Hit and Miss goin' digital

hell yeah, davis made us some webpages:

www.myspace.com/hitandmissengines
http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Hit-and-Miss-Engines/115484351811058

i wonder why that second one is so long...?

anyway, be our friends. haha.

Inflate Son

This silence is uplifting

Somebody found the loophole
For this generation

The next will have to fend for themselves
Parading down the streets
Purple balloon strings
Tied tightly to their wrists

We'll reflect back on the faces we once made
Some intentional
Others meant to say more
Than any of us ever could
Out loud

We'll remember some of the advice
The kind that made us cringe a little bit
But nevertheless
The kind we took all in stride

The sensible ones
The erratic sons and daughters
Their potential for greatness
Or spiraling fates

Clogging veins
And making fools feel old

They'll know when it's their turn
But until then

I've been working hard
Getting lost

the benefit show was great
fun
great bond
great display
great hype
gret good

i had a dream that we got the leftover pieces of metal track from a rollercoaster at Kennywood and constructed a rollercoaster inside of 709 that wrapped through the entire place. the track was purple and the cars were green and we had night time riding where all the lights were out and bands were playing. maybe if we had a rollercoaster inside then more people would use the venue?

The girl across the way watches me, unabashedly.
She embodies the closest thing to female grace I believe I have ever assumed upon.
I find myself becoming angry.
Her stillness is so pure I can almost feel her hair brushing my face before bed.
I wish I could look her in the eyes. I won't. I never will.

Drought, Matt Miller, The Sleepy Trees, Cursed Knife, Sunflower Spectacle | Rust Belt Rising

Drought, Matt Miller, The Sleepy Trees, Cursed Knife, Sunflower Spectacle | Rust Belt Rising

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I miss the way
The night goes

mindless conversations
(the important, mindless conversations)
the rise,
the firecracker hour,
then the fall.

How everyone spreads like seeds
Clinging desperately
In those last moments
Skeletal,
Fragmented

We used to walk
Arm in arm
On those nights
Back to my apartment
stumbling over the uneven pavement
the crooked sidewalks
and stubborn blacktop

We never clung to the wreckage
(never needed to)
like the others
Because we had each other

senator wozniak is fighting to get a gaming license for his district in the hopes to build a casino in Johnstown. waddaya think about that? waddaya think?

Is this who we're supposed to be?
Meaning to pretend
With the best intentions?

Harping on past juxtapositioning
Harvesting the spoiled carcasses
From times long since passed

Accepting invitations
To linger
Listen intently

Fall down
Giggling
Eyes widened by the lights

Dimming whereabouts
Permanent vacations
Ignorant volumes of catalogued indifference

And the finale:
A structured ignorance
A lack of knowledge

A manageable emotional imbalance
A door closing
The accumulated rain water on the sofa

Long wet hair
A shared bottle
Bliss for now

WVEW plays Emmett and Mary

Listen to White Light, White Heat broadcasted by WVEW (Brattleboro, VT) this Tuesday between 6-7 p.m. to hear Conversations by Appointment (Spin, Go Round) by Emmett and Mary.

Love/Hate

Love/Hate loves The Summer's Pull.