Saturday, July 31, 2010

'When you get off work tonight meet me at the construction site and we'll write some notes to tape to the heavy machines, like "We hope they treat you well. Hope you don't work too hard. We hope you get to be happy sometimes." Bring your swiss-army knife, and a bottle of something, and I'll bring some spraypaint and a new deck of cards. Hey, I found the safest place to keep all our tenderness. Keep all those bad ideas. Keep all our hope. It's here in the smallest bones, the feet and the inner-ear. It's such an enormous thing to walk and to listen. I'd like to fall asleep to the beat of you breathing in a room near a truckstop on a highway somewhere. You are a radio. You are an open door. I am a faulty string of blue Christmas lights. You swim through frequencies. You let that stranger in as I'm blinking off and on and off again. We've got a lot of time, or maybe we don't, but I'd like to think so, so let me pretend. These are my favourite chords. I know you like them too. When I get a new guitar, you can have this one and sing me a lullaby. Sing me the alphabet. Sing me a story I haven't heard yet.'

Thursday, July 15, 2010

So, this blog seems to have turned into a total fail and that's mostly due to laziness and lack of wanting to whine about my ridiculously dull/shitty/bad luck-infested life. Things will go good for about 3 seconds (ie: I GOT MY HIGH SCHOOL DIPLOMA!) and then hit close to rock bottom immediately after. I don't understand it.

But, anyway, I'll make some time tomorrow to write a post about everything that's been going on lately even though I don't think anybody even looks at this anymore. October needs to hurry up and get here because I'm ready for some change.