Sunday, March 25, 2007

I hold you. You're cold and distant. I don't care. I have my music, my friends.

I scrape the body of the guitar like it was your skin. You moan and bend like all the little things mattered.

I am more than I have been, I bend and scream like your first love, fierce and unapologetic.

You cry, I'm there with you but you don't know. You are caught up. I can't explain it but you're with me. The noise, the little nods you take for granted, I am with you. You listen and I am there. You shake, and I am there to keep it alive.

It's what I have to do. Break.
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Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Ain't too proud to beg.

Again, she's been a while. Ever feel like you're alone in the forest talking to the sky? Hey blog.

Whatevs. I got Pinkerton playing in the background. Good to have you in the tray again old friend. She's all I got and I don't want to be alone.

Work, she's been busy. I'd like to say the creative engine has been ploughing along, but that'd be a lie. She's stuck and needs a jump start, a push, a kick to the proverbial balls. I think I need to design panties for real. Laugh, but I wouldn't mind being associated with an awesome medium. Some people paint on canvas, some people draw on panties. Fact of life.

Oh yea, I'm doing the CN Tower stair climb thing. Instead of taking bets on which floor I'll have a heart attack on, you can donate that money to help sponsor my team on the 26th of April. If and when my heart stops, feel good that you helped protect the environment. Details to follow. I officially started training today. I had a side of salad with my bacon cheeseburger at Harvey's instead of fries. My muscles are super sore.

A good friend of mine is on a trip to Asia for 2 months. I'm pretty jealous. In my books there are two kinds of trips. Debauchery and escape. I think she's on a trip to escape (at least I hope). I wouldn't mind a vacation. I ain't about to complain about how I need to escape. I think I need some debauchery. Pretty sure I can do that locally if I really tried. I'm fucking lame.

When he first started mic respect's what he was after
And so he got inside his mind, day and night, and he'd write
Constantly his art and craft he'd try to master

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