Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
We sat on top of these gardens, who knew our daughters become the vines while our sons cast away in particles of a leaf.
I wasn't born on January 20th of 1991. These lights lead to nest, quilts of cancer. Slavery, families, windows, behold our sculptures. June. Dear moments place a map on these graphs. August. Monumental terminations will indeed pull away our covers and drench our rivers.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
This weekend has come and gone and has become just like most things in the past. We call them memories because we'll never experience them again. My friends and I went to a show on Friday, they got robbed at gun point. This was just one string of a giant fucking puppet that I call my disgust with humanity. How can people be so fucking ignorant and shit? Its fucked up but everything is fucked up. People with fucking badges think they can boss anyone around. Cops demand respect yet give nothing back. Well, fuck that. I don't like that and I don't play by that fucking rule of social interaction. People sit in their offices every fucking day taking away money and making profit off of the vulnerable. Our society holds certain opinions higher than others. At the same time if I go out into the average day, its full of hard working people who love their family and friends and I like that. I like the faces of fathers and mothers with their children.
Home Alone 3 came out in 1997, 11 years ago. Where the fuck has my life gone. I'm 17 already. Fuck.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
I woke up this morning not knowing the time. I set my alarm last night but it never went off or at least I don't think it did. I guess thats how shit goes. Life's irony is pretty entertaining sometimes even though it can crush some of us. My days have been pretty light so far this week. I can't complain about them but I'm not thrilled. I'm coming to conclusions everyday. A lot of people are going to realize one day that they wasted a lot of time. I don't have anything to say.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
My weekend. Friday cool. Saturday was fine too. Saw a friend. cool. Chemical Reactions. Really cool. Epic conversations with Spencer was a probable highlight. I enjoy these days but I know we'll laugh about them and I know they come and go. I'm still young, you're still young.