Something about Nothing

Prose before hoes. Sterlin Hammond www.facebook.com/PizzaFlagBooks

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Nerve Endings at The Hideaway in Johnson City, TN 2/6/15

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Nerve Endings practice

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Lyrical guide to Nerve Endings

sing with me.

IMMORTAL, INVISIBLE

Grown alone without another hold the hand of my perfect mother could easily had been a sheep soap burned eyes and rugburn knees haven't seen this street before spot a house and pound on the door no ones home but i just keep knocking giving up too easy has always been my problem

no penchant for sweets when i trick or treat adolescent spirituality the safety of a mask is nice but condensation causes strife a pretentious idea to see the world through eyes not me

as i'm leaving i see a girl looking at me from inside the door i'm not irrational i'm not lost for some reason it really pissed me off

the final house it comes and goes nothing special no feelings show

i hit the door and i got the sweets took them home but i didn't eat

immortal, invisible the kind of neutral ending i was hoping for

This is based loosely (tightly) on a short story/comic by Daniel Clowes of the same name. It is about going trick or treating for the last time.

CFNM

he works for a living he works all night he works so someday that he might die the girls in his office look like no fun the clothes make the man but the clothes make the man cum

don't judge him hes my friend gets his licks on CFNM hes not weird hes my friend he just likes CFNM

life ain't easy when you're always hard always staring down when you're at the bar the girls in his office think hes no fun the clothes make the man but the clothes make the man cum

don't judge him...

better keep your shirt on if you fuck my friend cuz he likes CFNM

he argues that the sex is better when she wears an argyle sweater life ain't easy when you're always hard never understand the bulge that's in your heart

Jarad wrote the music for this song [and like every song] and after everyone got it down I asked them what I should make the lyrics about. For whatever reason, we were discussing CFNM at some point during practice, so I decided to use that. If you still can't figure it out, I dare you to google it.

LIVING MINIMALLY

i'm living minimally... holes in all my clothes i'm eating unhealthily... upsize my combos i'm acting chivalrously... opening doors for you i'm overcompensating...

could you understand my chemical imbalance will you ever see the depths of my longing

i'm living minimally...

could you understand...

there's no angel that'll touch me there's no girls that wanna fuck me i am living minimally

I was reading a lot of poems by Bukowski when I wrote this.

HOBBY LOBBY

i need a new hobby that book does nothing for me that record does nothing for me that girl does nothing for me alcohol does nothing for me marijuana does nothing for me nothing does anything for me

kill all the women kill all the men make your god wish he was dead..

nothing to me..

i need a new fucking hobby will you please crucify me?

This one is about joining the army out of boredom.

TEETH DREAMS

I've got to force it out this poison inside me my hormones are ingrown causing me teeth anxiety

every night i feel so full before i cum but i feel so empty when i'm done teeth dreams.. all night i have

i like to pull one out for relief before i sleep but once i hit the sheets i'm only pulling out my teeth

everyone else is sleeping like babies i'm eating my teeth and scratching my scabies teeth dreams... all night i have teeth dreams

i'd bite my tongue but i'm all gums

I have teeth dreams all the time. They're pretty common, but I'm quite interested in Freud's theory that they are related to sexual frustration. Also, I never had scabies, but I was wrongly diagnosed with it when I hade bad eczema from dishpan hands at work.

TOTAL TRASH

societys baring down on me trying to make me fit i am just a shut in i dress like a square so no one talks to me conversation gives me anxiety i am the elvis of bad morals everyone else are fucking morons i'm a cretin i'm a fluke i like shit and i like puke

X my eyes burn your crosses i'm total trash fucking garbage

societys baring down...

i'm total trash i pick my scabs my floor is taco bell bags it's fucking garbage

Eventually you admit you're a piece of shit and everything seems a little more alright. The dressing like a square line is a reference to something Bud in Repo Man says.

NO MORE FUN

i don't wanna think anymore i just wanna drink some more when you turn 24 you're no fun anymore

no more shaving my beard no more cutting my hair i'll stay home and be thinking i could have seen you on the weekends

no more fun no more fun when you turn 24 you're no fun anymore

no more shaving my beard no more cutting my hair i'll stay home and be thinking i could have seen you on the weekends

no one cares no more fun

no more fun my head keeps me awake sweats out my drunk and makes me shake no more fun she said when you turn 24 you're just no fun anymore no more fun no more fun

no more shaving my beard no more cutting my hair i'll stay home and be thinking i could have seen you on the weekends no one cares no more fun

Some might say this song is about obsession, getting older, and being a beligerent drunk. But they're all wrong, this is about the closing of Fun Expedition and don't let them tell you any different.

DROPOUT

all my loans are months past due i've done all i know to do threw my homework in the fire i watched it fry slept through the semester and wasted my time

droppin out droppin out...

done with class i'm done with class don't care if i fail or pass no done with class i'm done with class done and never going back no..

droppin out droppin out...

droppin out it feels good to quit droppin out it feels good to quit droppin out it feels good to quit eat, sleep, watch tv, and shit

done with class i'm done with class... droppin out droppin out...

droppin out it feels good to quit... eat sleep watch tv and shit eat sleep watch tv eat sleep watch tv and die

Maybe the most juvenile thing I've written with the band, but perhaps the most fun to sing. I fucking hated my time at college. I was failing a Shakespeare class and I had no chance of passing; I was at some party with a bonfire and I found a half written outline for our last paper in my pocket. I threw it into the fire and didn't bother going to my final. That was my last semester at college.

HISTORY OF THE MOTHERFUCKER

i can't stay out late again i've got court in the morning i don't think i can drink tonight my head it don't feel right

i'll take my pills i'll sell some too i'll sell you one if you're feeling blue we'll sit in the den and finally fit in stare at the ceiling while the room just spins i'll take my pills... X2

I had to go to court to dispute an utterly stupid ticket I got for "driving on a blocked road". If it was blocked how did I get on it? I don't know, maybe it was the disconcerting stickers on my car, or the crude patches I had on my vest, or the dumb haircut. I got drunk anyways and missed court.

TELEPHONE

constantly a burden and always bored now you're tangling me like a telephone cord

like a telephone..

like a telephone you're always near won't stop ringing in my ear

like a telephone..

won't be answering your calls for long hanging up and moving on..

i don't wanna call you back i'd rather be fucking dead when i close my eyes feel the static in my head like a telephone

I hate using phones. They feel kind of ancient now, and I like that. They make me uncomfortable.

JAMES JOYCE

this whole street is blind you can't see what i'm doing all the other houses and their lives within them i won't ever know em i don't wanna know em i won't ever know em i don't wanna know em

every morning i'm laying, laying on the floor.. watching her front door

this whole street is blind...

every morning.. watching her front door

keep her figure in my eye walk behind her and pass her by i'll never say a word to her my bodys like a harp her gestures fingers on the wires

The short story Araby by James Joyce is one of my favorite pieces of writing ever. Read it.

https://nerveendings.bandcamp.com/

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Today’s Inktober sketch was requested by a friend who wanted me to draw something from the NES Friday the 13th game. First time drawing Jason, and a weird version of him at that.

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Nerve Endings - 2014 Demos

http://nerveendings.bandcamp.com/ http://iamtheleastmachiavellian.blogspot.com/2014/08/nerve-endings-demos-2014-2014.html couple new ones, and re-recordings.

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combing your face with a nestle crunch bar

don't look him in his face

you looked at his eyeballs

and his big nose

just keep walking

head back down now good

keep a book of coincidences

5 times

i've seen him 5 times now

mark it down

feel important

with a pad in your back pocket

i don't do that anymore

but i should

his name might start with a P

i probably see other people just as many times

but i remember him

why

i think he likes my girlfriend

do i even have a girlfriend

like mitch said

i don't

but she'd be mad if she heard me say that

one time i said a joke about a baguette

and he laughed

not mitch

but this other guy

i want to be in a cereal commercial

i ate a piece of deodorant once

and i can't recall why 

i don't matter but i exist

i am a cereal commercial

can you read me a story about the czech republic

and call it a night

i have too many heads and not enough drinks

the stool is soft

but in the morning it is harder

i am shitting blood

i am giving blood

a t shirt i saw told me this is good

i am ok

i promise i am ok

not everything is about you

but everything is about me 

i hate myself so much

that i keep living

can you believe 

i haven't seen the inside

of a dentist's office

my entire life

why won't the womb take me back

i am crying out of my ears

for fear of the mouse

that knows it's a trap but can't resist

the peanut butter.

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7/30

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The Guy from your Dream

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if dylan thomas drank himself to death what chance do i have to be anything but dependent on mickey's malt liqour

don't take it personally

i have a million girlfriends

that i've never even met

i keep eternally inside of me

i hope he writes you shitty poems

i hope he never kisses your head

i hope he thinks you're thinking of him

when you're pretending i am dead

john i hope you don't mind

that i borrowed some of your lines

i tried to do it on my own

but you lived them before i did

those college-town kids

know how to have a good time

youthful nihilistic art

faux thrift store attire

i'm slinging dough

for everyone's parents

i've ever known

some people overcome anxieties

beat eating disorders

i beat castlevania iv

twice

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June 21 - Brooklyn, NY @ Union Pool w/ Liquor Store, Call of the Wild

July 30 - Memphis, TN @ Murphy’s w/ Total Abuse, Nerve Endings, Ritual Decay

August 1 - Birmingham, AL @ Secret Stages Festival August 2 - New Orleans, LA @ Saturn Bar August 3 - Austin, TX @ Mohawk August 4 -...

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7/30 MEMPHIS

9/24 JOHNSON CITY

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Teeth Dreams e.p., by Nerve Endings

5 track album

new recordings. free!

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mop your head

there's a bleak line of babbling jims

marsupial phlegm

bob haircut hiccups

bank stickups

i saw it on the news

i read it online

i put my brain in a better place

but it always capsizes

in a lethargic pool of its own cerebral ceramic

frantic panic

grocery store lines

long car rides

fuck

channel eleven

when you play basketball

do you even understand it

when the ball is in your hand

do you feel the dimples

the way they feel you

and count them in your head

i do

eyelids like lead

hands dirty like christina

when she was xxxtina

uncut uncouth sticking to your palms

to bed, bath, and BEYOND!

said scuzz lightbeer

unto me when i was very young

and numb not as dumb

as i am now

but i've learned how to appear more wise

and sometimes i have a beard

and you may notice but you stay mum

and i like it that way

because your mouth is a farm for cum

and i haven't had a release in days

i go to bed and pray

GOD DAMMIT I NEED TO SPRAY

roll me a boner, God

drop a log

postmarked

123 dickstick avenue

city, state, zip code

lymph nodes

much larger than the size of my head

can kill you

but people die everyday

and we'll go eat at o'charleys

after the service

and try to forget anything ever even happened

so keep wasting emotions

throw away your tongue

you only need your thumbs

keep texting on your apple fuckphone

and overcompensating for the fact that you are nothing

spec of dirt

grain of sand

pencil shavings

parking ticket

the first and last duck in a row

you're really something special

you're 1 in 8 billion and counting

can you even comprehend

what happens every second outside your bedroom at 4 AM

while there's a fly buzzing in the shutters

sending shards of shit and dust peppering onto your doughy face

my names always in your mouth

so you must like the taste

lemon meringue

opaque hot wit

with whimsical sensibility

empowered with melancholic tranquility

look back up from your phone

i can smell the smug dribbling from your pores like puke

it must be nice to keep making messes

you never have to mop up

you're a diamond

stuck in a sea of shit

but your luster never catches

and you're just cockwashed coal

bobbing in and out of the sea of loneliness

for the rest of eternity

nothing but sun spots

shipwrecks

jagged rocks

insects

fucking and laying so many eggs in your eyes

you'd think your brain was a god damn

chicken coup

  if you really knew him

would you still stand by your man

as he secretes secrets

past lives

good times

you can cover your mouth and try to hold it in

but it's still coming out of the cracks

fine wine

lines in your hands

you can trace them all night

and ponder, wander, and wonder

but you're going nowhere

you got nothing

your life is meaningless

and your shoes are dumb

drop the hope

and get fucked in the ass

by authority's meat

as it pendulum swings into

your red light district

rips tares and tears

stay safe

wear a condom

be cool

get cancer

pencils are not your friend

pencils breed mistakes

they have erasers on the ends

erase yourself

i'd erase myself

but i'm fucking busy

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