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About Me

I've always enjoyed the idea of a spontaneous road trip. Like the kind where a broken musician falls into uncharted waters and hearts. Where a new kind of love is found. Where something that seems so foreign to new eyes only draws those curious eyes and ears closer and with much more strength. Where you don't take the road less traveled (sorry Frost), but create your own (thanks Thoreau). Where the idea of identity is pursued, because, as I will always say, "Imitation is Suicide," right Emerson? A place where when you come to the decision of going through the city or through the fields is determined by a 25cent flip, only for you to come back through the denied path on the way back. Where travel is school, and kindness is reliable economy. Where notes can rent a room, or a handshake can lead to a best friend, or even a lover. Where you take each corner with eyes closed and arms outstretched. And if you fall...I mean, literally fall on your face...it'll hurt, but so what?
I have a band called Bear and Bull Fights
I like to think we don't suck, so check us out.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Someone who knows the difference between you're and your, then and than, and when to use an instead of a. People who don't...annoy me. :|

My Blog

Help with a title? Please?

I've been working on this song for a while now. It's one of my few songs I'm actually really proud of. Although, I have an unimaginable problem giving it a title. So that's where I ask you, (the reade...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Apr 2009 22:20:00 GMT

Colored cars and cancer

I don't really know what it is lately, but walls are coming down. Ten foot high concrete has shrunk, and now that I know what's two steps away, fear has turned into concern. I'm peeling back millions ...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Jan 2009 01:42:00 GMT

speakspeakspeakspeakahhhhh

I'm up way too late considering my wake up call is quarter to six. My Bed is warm and I stare at the floor, even though darkness shrouds every cell. I know if I flick on the lamp that I'll only s...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Aug 2008 00:15:00 GMT

I get scared at times.

I once wrote a song that began "I know what lies in wait for me, I know what's on it's way. But it doesn't scare me, no, I'm not afraid." Real truth is...I am scared. I really am. It's not uncomm...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jul 2008 23:22:00 GMT

God bless the stung.

I pace, I pace and m feels like there's a tennis match inside. I've yet to shave and this stubble feels more like apathy than a sign of maturity. These short hairs bring about the idea of consequence....
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jul 2008 17:21:00 GMT

It’s your paint. Yours.

I have no idea what this will lead to. I reach for the bottom of the couch only to find...nothing but space and cloth. Isn't it dangerous to reach into a place beyond your eyes? Of course. But it's al...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jul 2008 22:29:00 GMT

Beauty lives in dirt. A.K.A What the fuck am I talking about?

I can never think of what to write. Never ever never. I see a grown man cry on T.V. I know it's acting, but at the moment it's much more than that. Even the simplest of gestures made my throat swell l...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jul 2008 23:27:00 GMT

Read this if youre bored or feel like it.

So I have stopped trying to be that different person. I stopped a long time ago actually. Unfortunately, none of us are special or unique. Although, that does not mean we can stray away from identity....
Posted by on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 02:55:00 GMT