30 March 2011

morning bliss.

some people are worth getting hurt over. reciprocation.




everyone have the answer. dont fool yourself. everyone has the answer. -b.marley

27 March 2011

bloodred

its interesting what is necessary to survive. necessity becomes an overlooked thing when compared to wants. fulfilling your desires excites a rapacious flame within us. to cast light on? im not too sure yet.

remember, everything gets answered with time.



ouch.

money flows so easily in the other direction.

im tired of being used. i want what i want. illl get it. (evila leef ot tnaw i)

miami this weekend was too much fun. im bitter that i am here right now. this is stupid.

24 March 2011

lets go


eyyo,
national astronomy day, may 7th @ the osc
astronomy day, may 21st @ the osc

23 March 2011

its all in you.

ahhh, rounds stopping now.

lapin.

i feel lost. well not lost, i understand much, i dont understand much. i know where i stand. im not looking for your position all the time. i want to chose what i get wrapped up in, yet i cant completely diagnose and figure out that thing. which means that i dont actually know what im getting myself into. thats not too cool with me sometimes. i found out that nothing is absolute, and in that there is comfort and quiet. i know what i want, just how to achieve.

i know i should have followed the little guy in the button-down.
and now things have turned upside and around
i hear and see you clearly than ever
kind of happens once you experience forever.

chasing pavements.

ey. so ze wola kostah of emotions iz too mushh.

i thought i killed daemon today. some stressful shit. finally cried over something. felt good. the solitude feels good. sometimes i get clear, other times its confusing, hazy if you will. the miracle of him alive makes him so much greater. puts things in perspective.

a bit of self realization for some self preservation.

03 March 2011

fuse.

 short as shit. im ready to murk. trifling truffles of sweetness leaving a bitter after taste.
headed elsewhere before i end up in a padded box.



deemsters.deemsters. DEEMSTERS.
swag me the fuck out.





ey, free fuckin earl, man.