Toronto tomorrow

This is the song I'm writing for Thomas' pirate album ( Read more... )

Music is the only thing keeping me sane, and it's starting to collapse. I can hear the bricks cracking. I can feel the mortar melting away like the snow on the ground. And the gears in my head are breaking to pieces. What was once a well-oiled machine is falling into disrepair. I haven't written a song in days and I feel like a failure as a result ( Read more... )

Most people seem to see snow as a novelty act, something to marvel at and then carry on, on their way to warm places together in twos and threes. And I am alone in the frozen quad watching it pass by in front of my eyes. This cannot even be called winter proper, but just the beginning of it, an apparition. Snowfalls, like my encounters with love, ( Read more... )

I'm most excited to go home to play new video games. Holy balls.

SILENT HILL 5 AND GEARS OF WAR 2!!!!!

OMG.

I just realized how much I miss the tiny, insignificant things that dominated my day in Toronto. At this point I can barely recall the sound of streetcars grinding through their tracks. I've forgotten what planes flying overhead sound like and the unique call of constant and varying sirens ( Read more... )

Was fun times. Whiskey, cheap champagne and a daft punk costume.

Sorry to everyone who was at Rocky and now probably sees me as a raving gay/obnoxious person who yells at screens

And a special apology to everyone to whom I told the virgin secret *muahahahaha*.

This quiet fall of ours ( Read more... )

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Is this what inflicting pain is like? Are hearts and air the same substance so by breathing in I gnash them to pieces, discarding what I can't use? I barely notice it. I wasn't even trying. Perhaps I am a sociopath.

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