Stop Crying Your Heart Out |
Because the words of greater men than me always seem to say more... Oasis -Stop Crying Your Heart OutHold upHold onDon't be scared,You'll never change what's been and goneMay your smile, (may your smi...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Mar 2009 19:15:00 GMT |
Hemorrhage |
Fuel - "Hemorrhage (In My Hands)"Memories are just where you laid them Dragging the waters til the depths give up their dead What did you expect to find? Was it something you left behind? Don't you re...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jul 2007 09:16:00 GMT |
All I want to do |
When I wake up in the morning, all I want to do is make movies.
When I go about my day, all I want to do is make movies.
When I lay my head down at night, all I want to do is make movies.
Instead I go...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Jul 2006 14:19:00 GMT |
"Battle Hymn of The Heretic" |
It has been a very long time between my last post and this one. No real reason can be thought of, so I won't waste time with excuses. I couldn't really seem to get into the blog state of mind with som...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Feb 2006 13:44:00 GMT |
All I know about not knowing |
I just realized that not knowing something can actually be more of a certainity than ever knowing anything at all. That the power behind the lack of knowledge can affect you and overwhelm you in ways ...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Nov 2005 00:52:00 GMT |
Untenable Imagination Freak |
Never before has someone so innocently banked on the treacheries of adults, until I dared to base my life on a dream.
It is in my time of grievances, as I begin another mundane job soaked in ...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Oct 2005 11:16:00 GMT |
"She walks in Beauty' in my head |
I assume most people awake with something running around in their mind. The electricity in our brains when we first awake is almost always interpreted to us in fragments; as if we are caught in some m...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Oct 2005 06:39:00 GMT |
Favorite Poem |
And Death Shall Have No Dominionby: Dylan Thomas
And death shall have no dominion.Dead men naked they shall be oneWith the man in the wind and the west moon;When their bones are picked cle...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Sep 2005 09:40:00 GMT |
Pale September |
'PALE SEPTEMBER 'Words & Music: Fiona Apple
Pale September, I wore the time like a dress that yearThe autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skinBut as the embers of the summer lost ...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Sep 2005 00:26:00 GMT |
I Believe in the Gospel of Genesis |
I have recently found that the group Genesis, originally founded in the sixties, and still popular into the early nineties; are possibly one of the greatest sources for truth available. The group was ...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Aug 2005 23:34:00 GMT |
