Tuesday, November 30, 2010


my co-worker says just anything to offend someone, personally i still like her
but yesterday she said something that made me think

"most men these days are more sensitive then they were in the 80's"

"we are a generation of men, raised by women"-fight club
this generation as a whole, we post all of our buisness on facebook, we wrote on these blogs for people to see, to expose our biased feelings, or anger, or lately, being random is in..
but at the end of the day, we have become a generation based on telling all, but then again expressing nothing. We claim to be honest, but really, we've become soldiers in a war of words, to get them before they get us, call outs (guilty!), we kiss ass to move farther up the ladder of command, is this how things were back then..i'm sure some of moving up had to do with how much work someone decided to put in. Our society has taught men to never be vulnerable, because its viewed as wrong..so we as humans take our emotions and throw them to the corner, only for them to manifest and become lions, of lashing out, because we don't know, as men, how to express ourselves. We hide behind our cloak of mysteries to appear cooler, listen to admit it, from SAY ANYTHING..that explains it the most. Our generation, well some of it, has become a nuclear, internet-using fuck up. Its sad that most of us look on our Facebook before anything else, sometimes first in the morning. Our minds are being sucked through a news feed, our feelings have become nothing but sayings, and five sentence phrases,

im guilty, none the less, however at the end of the day, lets write letters to one another, to keep the postman busy, so he doesn't have to lose his job.

jus sayin'

they say

never judge a book by its cover,

but you need some type of guide to figure what type of situation you'll be getting yourself in.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010


"And maybe some things are better left unsaid
But if you wanted to test that, I will, yeah, I guess, I could've said
But there were nights in bars that I recall
Your breath was courage laced with alcohol
You leaned in, you said,
"Make music with the chatter in here,

whisper all the notes in my ears"

Friday, November 19, 2010

what your like

"... the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you would stop tonguing it, but you can't."-fight club

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Flying Lotus - Orbit Brazil

as if

like this...

as much as i'd hate to say it

this feels a lot better, its just harder to get to sometimes.

an d it ta kes al ot mo re wal ls to co me do wn.

its harder to feel things when the presence of walls you've built has become your home,
thanks to god for the conviction he has put in my soul at times.

Monday, November 15, 2010

its one thing

it makes sense to be mad about that thing..

its another to attack someones character just cause you think your the shit, your words are all you got, lets see how much their worth when you have no teeth.

lets be real
don't feed me bullshit,
just cause your full of it.

let that be the last time...

actually is WILL be the last time.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

tear down

every once in a while..i want to tear down responsibility
chew it up and spit it out

i want to mess everything up

rip pants

live out of a vw bus

travel aimlessly

f- up my life and spend the rest of it trying to clean it up.

move to another country and become a totally different person.

see things from completely different perspective.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

wonderful blunders

coffee shops, and polaroids.

your creativity reminds me of one the reckons on loud vintage train tracks.
that travel at a constant cozy speed, with hot chocolates and coffee thats not the best but every minute sitting and talking makes every drop that much more perfect. Good friend, your writing has always inspired me.

"Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders. "

Monday, November 8, 2010

for the record..

if i dont try..
realize that when i do
its rare..

because when i don't try

don't be surprised.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

lets be real.

(via ~obscurity-n)
i want to lay in the sun, on some vacant beach.
with some good company,

listen to waves, soak in the diamond sparkled water.

maybe california.

with a radio playing people under the stairs.

"let him be your witness"

"stuck in,

maybe the clouds will stop
shading the path that is covered,
in dreams, by the
moonlit path. And when
the sun rises, it could bake
my footsteps just so I
know my way back, what
I need to remember though
is, "its where I came from"

cause its what you wanted.

"birds seen flying around,

you never see them too long on the ground"

A while back,

Sans 2007, i wasn't in school, enjoying life outside of waking up at 7:30 am, i was going to sleep late, hanging out late. But in the end i realized (and was warned) that I haven't made any moves towards school and what i wanted to do. Its 2010, and now i figured instead of every other major i have decided that photography was one i should major in. HOnestly at times, i doubt my work, i'm stupid i compare my work to others, i guess i should realize that everyone has a different way of capturing memory. I thought i had it figured out, "i'm going to the art institute of virginia beach". But honestly, they are giving me trouble....maybe i should've done my homework. When i see myself in the future, i see a successful something, traveling, possibly suffering from loneliness because i brush off love and relationships because i "didn't have time for it". Truth is, its built into our DNA, somewhere along in my life, i realized it was something i don't need. Some of you out there reading this are into it, drinking from the very sap of the tree of it, its maple must taste good i'm sure. But its not for me, TRUTH is..i find myself lost and looking back at other people and wondering how they got ahead of me, (no high horse though)

I had to really think about it,

everyone does have there own path, unfortunately mine has too many doors and not enough answer.
its as if god is telling me take chances, i guess im scared.
Take chances with
friendships (well..more)
take curious pictures
and further.

Im tired of being on the ground, i want to fly, i guess i just don't want to hit windows, i hate "i told you so's"
i hate being plagued by them.