the rise up

this was on the bus stop outside my work.

outsiders

i've been wanting to do something new for awhile. but the system seems daunting at best. i'm at a bar durty nelly's. it's pat's birthday.

new day fr us all.

it's now august.

The snow falls gently on you
And the sidewalk cries
As the sound of your steps fade

I stand staring at myself
Sitting in my home
Waiting for my life to start

today is

today is the 11th of June Monday 12:15

to texas

also in march

something to catch me up with march then on to april...

wow

I was looking and realized I hadn't made an entry since feb.21 and now it's the end of april. why?

wow

panic sets in as my mac shuts down; repeatedly.

those bleeding gums
that hold those lies
they bleed into
pearly whites
and your smile
you smile so bright
oh i'm
sick of the sight

in the can

shot the ruby skye tyrese, fantasia, joe, j valentine show. fantasia killed it fyi.

blocked air

my nose has been stopped up for a few days now. I don't feel sick. just stuffy. work is slow and the rain is wavering; sometimes a steady persistance; sometimes slight, drizzling. rememberances of company no longer kept makes itself accoustomed to the grey clouds of my sullen memories.

falling is the sky

smooth jewels of condensed water fall in dropplets to the rough concrete floor

after this was taken a guy running down the street completed a front hand spring into the christmas tree. two girls followed from the same direction, behind him, screaming in some scuffle threatening each other with ultimatums and coldly turned shoulders. happy new years rookies.

let's do this