people don't change; they just get older.

ALL EDMONTON-BASHERS, VANCOUVER-PINERS HAVE MY PERMISSION TO GET THE EFF OUT AND APPLY FOR LIBRARY JOBS IN BC. No one is making you stay here, no one is forcing you to endure.

Kthnxbye.

I'm blowing up like you thought I would.
Call the crib: same number, same hood;
it's all good.

oh Jason Molina, why did you have to go? we miss you already.

&though the morning will bring your leaving,
we will not shed a tear.
&though the weeping will bring small comfort
we'll let our sorrows by
and journey on.

so I guess we'll leave the light on
so you can see to go.

I give up my eyes which are glass eggs.
I give up my tongue.
I give up my mouth which is the contstant dream of my tongue.
I give up my throat which is the sleeve of my voice.
I give up my heart which is a burning apple.
I give up my lungs which are trees that have never seen the moon.
I give up my smell which is that of a stone traveling through ( Read more... )

somewhere along the way of pieces starting to fall into place, I came to realize more and more, that hey, I am not a fuck-up. I'll be okay! 

the heart is full, and now it's spilling...

doesn't everyone yearn for something better? doesn't everyone burn with the desire for what's possible, what's on the horizon, what can improve the lives of others? it's only the definitions of improvement that we differ on...

I am starry, starry, starry.

the moon is down.