there's something about returning home after a great weekend that just makes me want to kill myself. not really, but this past weekend was one of the best weekends of my life, and coming back to work and the same routine is just so disheartening. the only thing i really missed was my bed and a couple people i wish could have been there ( Read more... )

She said "I know what it's like to be dead.
I know what it is to be sad"
And she's making me feel like I've never been born.

Im looking into taking a trip to Machu Picchu, Peru at the end of September. As of now, it looks like Im going by myself, which I am ok with. I really hope I dont back out on this one.

Ive been writing songs, but im never happy with any of my lyrics. Bah.

The sun is finally out today, but still a chance of showers? Forecast of my life.

a blank page full of colors, only i can see.
take my hand and follow me down the rabbit hole.
its ok to make believe.
imagine beyond what you can see.
across galaxies. microcomos.
accompanied by strange indian noises.

finally got my first few rolls of holga filmed developed. i need to play around with it more, but i got some pretty good shots.

( weird scenes inside the gold mine )

fuck i spend way too much time browsing craigslist personal ads. a new low.

losing it.

down is the new up.

i think maybe its ok to get your heart stepped on every now and then.
at least just to know its still there.

crush, crush, keep kissing.
shoot, shoot, keep missing.

planting seeds in my garden heart
where love dies before it starts.