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.