[06 Jan 2007 | Saturday]

10:44 PM - The Last of The Bohemians My generation bred the few individuals left with some cultural literacy. There arent many of us, but we are diamonds lost in a pile of rocks. As smug as I may seem for making such an assumption, YOU know that there is a great amount of validity to what I have said ( Read more... )

1:09 PM - The Act of an Apostle. Tonight before the cock crows twice, you will deny me three times ( Read more... )

He looked at me and said, "All that will change come the revolution ( Read more... )

Let's become explorers.
I'll built a ship made of all I have.
Forever seems too long, and someday, well it just doesnt come as soon as it should.

Note to self: Words to omit from vocabulary from here on outSomeday, eventually, one day, possibly, maybe, and other varietions of potential but not concrete ideas. I'm sure theres a few more I'll ( Read more... )

Disclaimer: The events which I am about to recount are told as I remember to the best of my ability. Some memories have been verfied and others my mom swears aren't true, but I remember them so they must be ( Read more... )

The battle againt oneself is the greatest of all. Part of us must die in the process. You have to destroy all the bad, kill it completely in order to emerge victoriously and reborn and with a better, stronger heart. Remember that all that dies, even the bad, must always be retained in memory, we must look at our scars and remember the bad that made ( Read more... )

He walked to where she was sitting, kneeled before her grabbing onto her shoulders and looked her in the eye, demanding answers, "Why this silence, where is your fire, where is your passion?" He shook her a bit ( Read more... )

If you were a power socket, I'd be the chord that adheres to you.
I'd surge ahead into the world every day, and at the very end of the day, I'd share with you all the currents that I could gather. Together we'd be electric.

I'm hopeful, immensely hopeful.

I also don't think I make any sense.

One minute you're bobbin' and weavin' and the next you're draggin' yourself out of a ring heavin'. And how did you get yourself there ( Read more... )

[13 Jan 2007 | Saturday]

8:34 PM - Lord Have Mercy on my soul, I am a child in love. Stupid Valentine's day and the paper hearts, i love you cards, and stupid candy that go along with it ( Read more... )