i don't really know how to start this.

i lost my guitar on a go transit bus and it hasn't turned up at the union station lost and found, yet. unelectric head calling: have you seen a guitar that says unelectric head calling on it? somewhere between hamilton and toronto? somewhere in some stranger's hands in southern ontario ( Read more... )

there's so many strange feelings that come with the act of completing something ( Read more... )

so here we are: february, my least favourite month of the year ( Read more... )

we have the internet at the oxford hotel again ( Read more... )

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a few things i would like to tell you about (yes, you ( Read more... )

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summer is coming to an end (i hate writing these words). the exhibit was this past weekend. i am a bit exhausted, but i think it turned out really great ( Read more... )

i had this dream once.

we were all in it together, and we were singing as loud as we could.

sometimes, i get scared that no one is listening.

the room i barely sleep in at my parent's house is a very small museum. my friend thomas once called it all "proof," like: you know that you've done amazing things because you have all this proof. no one ( Read more... )

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