i'm listening to “wish you were here” going in the same circles, but i think as i round the corner for the nth time, i might be one step closer to freeing myself. to be honest, i don't understand love. i think i have an idea, but that's just greeting cards and bad movies. i […]

Lately I've been writing some cool stuff, but it's all in my head and when I have no access to paper. Ungh. While CPA was hit or miss, it at least allowed me to capture some ideas. Now, without CPA (and without any art classes at the moment) my head is a swiling mass of […]

Mark your calendars kids, cause December 28th is gonna be rocktastica. Yes, Virginia, there will be a Topher christmas party, and do you know why? It begins with and L and ends with an Aura fucking Nesson. With a guest list like that, how can we fail?! I'm thinkin' movies kill everyone so there'll be […]

I was in hot topic today and picked up that huge “book of answers” thing. I asked (as I often do) “will I ever find true love?” The page I opened to was “never.” Good thing I didn't ask if I was going to die in the next six months. Haha. This is all too […]

Your life's one track can't you see it's pointless? Just then my knees give under me my head feels weak and suddenly it's clear to see it's not them but me who's lost my self identity as i hide behind these books i read while scribbling my poetry like art could save a wretch like […]

you know… i often hear of relationships/friendships decaying because people are sick of always having to be the first one to call, ask to do stuff, whatever. i wonder if this is a problem i face. i know in brookings i always sorta expected people to come to me. about the only person i ever […]

don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures erm. yeah. latest obsessions is the postal service if anyone was wondering [DISCLAIMER: this deadjournal is like all my others. long and rambly. i make these because i'm too lazy to hand write in […]

So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell, blue skies from pain? can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? a smile from a veil? do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? hot ashes for trees? hot air for a […]

my keyboard smells like wet puppies why did it take me four years to realize lots of amazing music comes from omaha (the emo comes from omaha statement makes more sense now)? i'm back to needing a coin operated boy. maybe i should just get an operation. something about the lottery. sorry, three cherries.