where do you go when times get hard
work is slow burn your time card
the green just seems to be so far
out of reach you break open that jar
where do you go when times get hard

sigh at homes door, smile on your face
no matter what happens theres love in this place
bound by heart, bound by truth
that truth is were here for you

top mans going and packing up
couldn't afford any better luck
you lose too
it seems unfair
but dont give up dont you dare

where do you go when times get hard
work is slow burn your time card
the green just seems to be so far
out of reach you break open that jar
where do you go when times get hard

sigh at homes door, smile on your face
no matter what happens theres love in this place
bound by heart, bound by truth
that truth is were here for you

wow.

what a doozy.
that one took me by surprise.












tired.inspired.moving on.

im done.

at night

i catch up with an old friend.



a lot lately.

HTB shoes

every word that ive spoke
is a dirty filthy lie
just there to protect
whats really inside















it could be a story.its interesting.really interesting.its got a ring. to it

cant help but observe (part 1)

people, the paces they go, the things they do.
its all the same.
its so boring.
everyone is desperate and blind.
in a good and bad way.
Everyone wants attention, in different ways and they try so many ways to get it.
They just want someone to care.
But the thing is everyone else is in the same place as them and so occupied with their needs
that they are blind to everyone elses.
Everybody knows it,they just chose to ignore it.
This makes it somewhat bearable and easier to accept.
Them thinking they are the only ones makes them feel as if their chances of getting attention are greater.
This may or may not make sense.
Maybe.
I have always lacked the ability to put exactly what i feel and think into words.
Anyway.

"Go out into the world today and love the
people you meet.
Let your presence light
new light in the hearts of people."

-- MOTHER TERESA



it's so easy to be cruel to people.

even people you have never met.
but tomorrow,
when you go about your lives. try to love everyone.

even the people who you can't stand.


it will make someone happy.


so go... make someone happy!

have a sunny night and goodbye ♥

everyones here.

almost everyone.
i have stayed inside all day, and am staying inside still.



things really aren't the same.
i miss the old times.
its gotten cold, too cold.
i need a show, a good show,
with good people.

looking forward to the new year so December can be over.
what a bad month

Henry: Life is nothing but the echo of joy disappearing into the great chasm of misery.
Rudy Holt: ... You've had better.
Henry: Life is nothing but the occasional burst of laughter rising above the inerminable wail of grief.
Rudy Holt: That's my favorite.
Henry: It lives in truth, that's why.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Henry: You'll be fine. We'll both be fine Rudy.
Rudy Holt: That's life Henry.
Henry: Yep.
Rudy Holt: You know what life is?
Henry: Life is a horrible little giggle in the midst of a forced death march towards hell.
Rudy Holt: No it isn't.
Henry: An interminable wale of grief...
Rudy Holt: No. Life is a single skip for joy.
Henry: I know.

life is a dream

SIGISMUND.  Alas!  Ah, wretched me!  Ah, wretched me!
Heaven, here lying all forlorn,
I desire from thee to know,
Since thou thus dost treat me so,
Why have I provoked thy scorn
By the crime of being born?--
Though for being born I feel
Heaven with me must harshly deal,
Since man's greatest crime on earth
Is the fatal fact of birth --
Sin supreme without appeal.
This alone I ponder o'er,
My strange mystery to pierce through;
Leaving wholly out of view
Germs my hapless birthday bore,
How have I offended more,
That the more you punish me?
Must not other creatures be
Born?  If born, what privilege
Can they over me allege
Of which I should not be free?
Birds are born, the bird that sings,
Richly robed by Nature's dower,
Scarcely floats -- a feathered flower,
Or a bunch of blooms with wings --
When to heaven's high halls it springs,
Cuts the blue air fast and free,
And no longer bound will be
By the nest's secure control:--
And with so much more of soul,
Must I have less liberty?
Beasts are born, the beast whose skin
Dappled o'er with beauteous spots,
As when the great pencil dots
Heaven with stars, doth scarce begin
From its impulses within--
Nature's stern necessity,
To be schooled in cruelty,--
Monster, waging ruthless war:--
And with instincts better far
Must I have less liberty?
Fish are born, the spawn that breeds
Where the oozy sea-weeds float,
Scarce perceives itself a boat,
Scaled and plated for its needs,
When from wave to wave it speeds,
Measuring all the mighty sea,
Testing its profundity
To its depths so dark and chill:--
And with so much freer will,
Must I have less liberty?
Streams are born, a coiled-up snake
When its path the streamlet finds,
Scarce a silver serpent winds
'Mong the flowers it must forsake,
But a song of praise doth wake,
Mournful though its music be,
To the plain that courteously
Opes a path through which it flies:--
And with life that never dies,
Must I have less liberty?
When I think of this I start,
Aetna-like in wild unrest
I would pluck from out my breast
Bit by bit my burning heart:--
For what law can so depart
From all right, as to deny
One lone man that liberty --
That sweet gift which God bestows
On the crystal stream that flows,
Birds and fish that float or fly?















tears burn

to the moon

will you take me?
show me
m a g i c

i want to go

and now your by yourself

semester is overrrrr

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

let us dance on roof tops, run between the trees, and laugh our hearts away,
fill with love, and enjoy these times.

<3

the bikes i have now are ones i can chain up at a store and not get jacked.
this one would.......................but i still want it.

12:30 a.m. I have two essays due in the morning. I haven't got either of them started.

I never learn.
But always have fun.

i tunes wont even work..

dang

Ahhh!

my i pod is officially DEAD!

i don't have any music anymore.
my i tunes comletely erased too!!!

this has left me with no way to study the songs i need to study for my Jazz History final this Wednesday,
and me about $40 out from all the songs i bought through i tunes for that class.

i have 2 classes surely failed out of 4 also.

December has already brought 1 funeral, a few F's, and a bunch of sadly missed shows.
Including seeing some great bands at the ZERO film fest, pehrspace, and some great chances to dance. :(

December also surely has a christmas on the road in store for me once again.


ALL this is slowly killing me!!!!

be love, be peace.


make love, make peace.

theres such a buzz
so much inspiration

so much is happening
so little is happening

so many out there thoughts.

things ARE happening
things arent happening

earth is FLOATING
I am floating

its all aLIVE

When will you realize

Vienna waits for you

Certain things are a waste of time, and worry. They don't really help me out in the longterm, and are only in the way now. They are completely unnecessary.






It sill sucks when you dont have them anymore though.

fail
fail
fail
fail
FAIL.

1,000 words

words are meaningless

it lasted a quick minute.
im done

SLUMP.

my new poopy

embrace

me and mayra talked about a new way of things

embracing our generation and what we have
instead of only holding onto whats old and not ours rightfully



PHONE PHOTOGRAPHY!
why not?
its something that defines our generation.
there are like a gagillion photogs and lots of people are into getting the newest phone that allows them to do the most craziest amount of things
_________________edit_______________________


mta made a folder of it!

it has BEGUN!


hahahahaha

near future



farther than near




distant future

darla

"your cage is just too small to move in"


Day.

karma lately sucks
I haven't done anything wrong.
This is the reason things not working out, has made me mad.
So i dumped my water in the parking lot and threw the cup.
I felt bad,but everything else has made me feel worse.
Im stuck in a trance.

Night.

I was listening to something that was my life,and it left me feeling drained.
I wiped up the ring my cup of water left on the table, and set the cup on the napkin then walked away.

this time i wasn't mad.
i just wanted to stay a bit longer,even if it wasn't me physically.
Im stuck in a trance.

Going home i listened to another version of my life,only this time i felt comfort.
Drives at night are lonely, even when you are with people. A very lonely thing. I like them.
I like them especially when i have a faint idea of where Im headed but uncertain at the same time.
I knew i was going home but with each tree the headlights revealed the farther and more unknown my surroundings felt.
I need to drive, i like it. Or find someone to drive me,ill be the passenger and they will be the guide.



something is very, very wrong.

Listen to my music,
And hear what it can do,
There's something here that is as strong as life,
I know that it will reach you.

it had to have been the elder that took control




i have to read this book

no surprise can ever top this one

my life really is magical

ha.

5th 6th 7th 8th

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=663Qo1cJIFo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8L0LrlgaQS8

CATS , i have had lots and lots of them. And i think its for the simple resason that they amaze me..all animals amaze me..mostly animals that are considered pets,and have "homes" ...and the ones that dont have "homes" either. Well they all have "homes" different ideas of homes i guess.
But ehy really do amaze me. How easily they can love or even fear a human. The ones that fear remind me of people, what people really are. The ones that arent remind me too of what people really are. its weird i know, but it makes sense at the same time. funny.
i think ill add more whn i figure more out.

This cats name was ki-ki
he was MINE.
he trusted nobody but me,and only allowed people to pet him when i was around because he knew i would prtect him if anyone tried to do anything wrong. i got him when i live at my old house and when we moved my mom didnt want to bring him. I walked him through our old house empty and he looked scared, as if he knew what was happening. About a day or two later thinking about him i cried. So we drove back and got him then brought him here. I had to walk him on a leash a few days to use the restroom outside so he wouldnt run away. Soon he got used to this place and it became his. At our old house someone had though it would be fun to shoot at him with a bb gun. he came in one day with a siler thing shining from inside the top of his tail, so i told my mom to help me take what looked like the tiny head of a nail out of him. He also had one in his right cheek. Under his right eye was another that he had gotten out himself. Due to him tearing it out he had a hole in face pretty much. Right under his eye there was a part of him missing and it looked horrible. THat is why my mom didnt want to brong him,i think she figured he would soon die and didnt want me to deal with that. But he lived 3 more years here at our new house. The hole cause a lot of people to treat him bad and never want to pet him or be near him, so nobody loved him but me. I dont know how he died. One night he sat in the driveway and watched me as i walked out to call him in for food, he wouldnt move. So i sat next to him and pet him for a good or 30 minutes, after i kissed him on the head and said goodnight. He sat and wathced me walk awa As i walked away he still sat there watching me. It was weord cause usually he would come in at night and sleep in my room but that night he just stayed in that spot and wathced me go back in. I never saw him after that.

Magic Harris

Marcia,Marcia Harris.

Mrs.Harris, my 4th grade teacher...a magician too!
She always believed in us no matter what, and taught us not to let anything stop us from doing what we want to do...especially ourselves.

There was one day from that year that i remember very clear where she intended to make sure of this. The day she took the class outside to witness the death, and burial of "i cant"

Mrs. Harris did, taught, and showed us how to do AMAZING THINGS!

This was just one of them.

Thank you Fark!

http://www.fark.com/


drunks

hipsters

designs

Randomness

Ouch!

note to self


don't lean guitar on bed before going to sleep.




or at least,don't forget about it

rip
orange
<3

what are you doing!!!

www.toothpastefordinner.com


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