I grew tired of being “the one who called/texted” so now I’ve not heard from a lot of people in a very long time. That makes me exquisitely sad.
Posts by T.J. Gaddis
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(If you know, please let me know because what the fuck)
The Thigh of Sauron.
I was today years old today.
It’s a strange feeling watching Judgement At Nuremberg on Tubi, which is a FOX owned streaming service. That means I am seeing conservative leaning commercials in between Nazi judges on trial for complicity to atrocity.
Good evening. Love you.
As per usual, I have given up for Lent.
No I will not elaborate.
Including family, friends, and all we hold close, but also the basic beauty of colors, flavors, sounds, and those actual peaceful aspects of being small in a big existence.
We were never meant to know so much about everything all the time. It is important, and necessary for sanity, to occasionally pull back and experience the small life of our own little worlds:
Let’s did and say we not.
I can’t help but feel as if.
It’s like 10,000 tombs when all you need is a life.
How do you do it?
The distance between the way the country should be headed and the way the country is actually headed:
That’s the true gulf of America.
The song is now streaming. Whatcha think?
“It was the best of us.
It was the worst of us.
It was the Fred Durst of us.”
Finally, some true realism in gaming.
I’m not coming out of my house until the spring bugs become available to catch #gottacatchemall
Oh hey here’s my band. The full video is on YouTube so give it a watch if you feel so inclined.
Pointlessnessless
I am truly losing my desire to continue being a musician. Not being able to find peers to play with has been slowly draining me dry. It’s been 4 years trying to get something off the ground. I am not getting any younger and I’m so afraid of my apathy towards it. It sucks tremendously.
It’s maybe the best part of modern musicians.
I never know what I’m doing. The only goal is to live an good and interesting life (at least interesting to myself.).
I am, at worst, a kind nobody.
I can live with that.
Is this a place for selfies? I dunno. Here’s one.
Two words: two words.
I don’t have any million dollar ideas, but I do have 1 million separate and individual $1 ideas.