My friends are better than yours

This could be love

Had a litle scare today with my true love, my mac. Thought something unspeakable had happened; after much digging for booklets and numbers, racked up minutes with support, and a simple solution it feels fucking GRAND to get it straightened out. Took the chance to clean everything up too, organized everything, set up my new external, etc. Phew, I thought I was going to lose it.

Thanks for the reminder

Strangest things

This is more or less a few weekends back, the Tally trip. I can't really think because in less then twenty-four spins I'll be face to face with my lovely Amber.

Adam

Wont get caught slipping.

I've been saved.

From days of middle school being pursued by the one and only about how good his band, detention, was to the times of his striking tounge remarks of my 'bad influence' there's so many other small little qoutes I could maintain to fill the befores and afters.

Tommy Gun. Extraordinaire

Jelly beans, get my mom.

Dear brothers and sisters
dear enemies and friends,

Why are we all so alone here
All we need is a little more hope, a little more joy
All we need is a little more light, a little less weight, a little more freedom.
If we were an army, and if we believed that we were an army
And we believed that everyone was scared like little lost children in their grown up clothes and poses
So we ended up alone here floating through long wasted days, or great tribulations.
While everything felt wrong
Good words, strong words, words that could've moved mountains
Words that no one ever said
We were all waiting to hear those words and no one ever said them
And the tactics never hatched
And the plans were never mapped
And we all learned not to believe
And strange lonesome monsters loafed through the hills wondering why
And it is best to never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever wonder why
So tangle - oh tangle us up in bright red ribbons!
Let's have a parade
It's been so long since we had a parade, so let's have a parade!
Let's invite all our friends
And all our friends' friends!
Let's promenade down the boulevards with terrific pride and light in our eyes
Twelve feet tall and staggering

Sick with joy with the angels there and light in our eyes
Brothers and sisters, hope still waits in the wings like a bitter spinster
Impatient, lonely and shivering, waiting to build her glorious fires
It's because of our plans man; our beautiful ridiculous plans
Let's launch them like careening jetplanes
Let's crash all our planes in the river
Let's build strange and radiant machines at this jericho waiting to fall



















When things move, you've got to move. I want this.

smash and grab.

SHOW ME THE LIGHT, BACKWARDS. Matt's a good friend. More thorough Tally update when I'm not so tired/lazy/hungry/thirsty/leprachied/isthatrightasty?/out of it...

sing bones, sing

Home tonight from a weekend in Tallahussy visiting my girlfriend in her stomping grounds. This is so good, I don't think I've felt this genuine happiness in a long time. Post on that next. I also have the best friends ever. On to more grim, vile posts...

Something's gotta be a little off. I go out of my way, for roadkill...? This was the worst thing I think I've ever taken pictures of. I gagged and had to walk away. There was a companion dog about twenty feet away (still intact) in the feet of the woods. Mystery as to what happened.

Sow Some Lonesome Corners So Many Flowers Bloom.

Weeks keep flying by. It's getting a bit wild. I'm starting to believe my father. "The older you get, the faster it goes".

Tomorrow; work ends, and Tally awaits with my girlfriend. I can't wait.

I'm so so so excited about New York City. Shaking in my boots.

I have two canvases half finished, one cardboard project on-going, and half a photo-deal going. Oh and I am getting a new Mac Book Pro for the lousy digital world. Boo yah.

As follows:
STEINGBERG
MIKE BOSS
FREEDOM
ROOFTOP
































































I've been spending my ears time with nothing outside of old man gloom, and explosions in the sky. Makes me feel worth.

Next post, is a gruesome one. During the due process, I almost vomited and cried. So be ready. Atleast I think that's next up.

CHIAO.

In a wild world you gotta stop pretending

Last night fading into today was pretty bad. Weird high I don't think I've had like before. Slept all morning, and really took a lot to get my engines running. Actually what it took was a coffee/smoke sesh on my roof while listening to the wall. Right up!















































































































NEW YORK FUCKING CITY NEXT FRIDAY.

Oh, and My friend Matt loves the blogosphere, and is going to be upping me until I get my new camera. Fucking shutter settings can piss off! Peep it here

right by you.

Blind.

"There's nothing much that you can do in life except for do art and skate."

Young and Forever

Gotta keep busy to keep the mind busy to keep the time busy to keep the insecurtites at bay.

My mind is anywhere but focused.

I've got a blank mind for reason I know.

New York City, soon.