Long drives. SHows. Downtown. Gin. Traveling. Thailand. Music of all kinds. Tattoos. School. Meeting new people. Myspace. The History Channel. GOD. Kahil Gibran. John Cusack movies. World of Warcraft. Creative Writing. Conversation. Driving to the coast. Shopping. Jogging. Reading at downtown coffee shops
I remember the passing mile marker signs at 2am somewhere along the 101. Racing silently just outside Montesano or some dive of a town beyond where all sense to civilization survived more than just a Chevron and a city hall. The hours made sense to me. The hours made no sense at all and I began to forget again why I drove out west to see the coast. I guess there are places beyond where the interstate can take you. Places just passed the exits and roadsigns that take you home. Its funny how much is found when you begin to lose yourself in quiet conversations with yourself just as the road ahead begins to turn and you've found yourself dangerously close again to the edge of something real.I gave up a long time ago questioning the rationality of aimless drives at 2am. The complexity of it all. Maybe it was the need to somehow feel validated. I just forgot to care. Whenever compulsion was met with action I felt comparitively like an empty motel room a long some lost highway on some eleven hour drive. It's here where imagination takes the wheel and all thats left to do is sit back as a passenger, look out your window and count the satellites as your light a cigarrette...dreaming dreams as your car hurls itself deeper into the night.Today my kite flew away. I watched as she caught the wind and danced the delicate outline of the clouds. The moment and the fall and everything in between became me as i stood alone before the storm and wondered. The ambient glow of the fading afternoon fell upon me as I surrendered myself to it all again. Just like before. And i became as the delicate winter that proceeds the Fall.Just how far along the storm becomes i cannot tell. And how close the end i'll never know. But the feel and the closeness surrounds my senses and wraps itself around so tightly, i forfeit my will and gently fall asleep as the first rain begins to fall. I watch through tight eyes my kite trace the fragile seems of the rainclouds as the growing breeze begins to stir. And i am left beside the edge staring into the gentle void that has become my Decemeber......me
The Cure. SMASHING PUMPKINS. Thursday. Thrice. Strike Anywhere. Toby Keith. Pennywise. NOFX. AFI. Jane's Addiction. White Zombie. Black Crows. Counting Crows. Richard Cheese. A Perfect Circle. Senses Fail. MxPx. Underoath.
AMERICAN BEAUTY - the power of one - indie films. John Cusack films. Tom Hanks, Kevin Spacey and Edward Norton films.
History Channel. Friends. The Soup. CNN. The X Files. CSI. FOX NEWS and Bill O'reilly
A History of Knowledge. Mein Kampf. The Prophet. A Patriots Guide to American History. All Quiet on the Western Front.
Jesus Christ. My parents. Billy Corgan. Rebecca B.