#115

what would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?

#114

i wanna be rich
and i want lots of money,
i don't care about 'clever'
i don't care about funny.

i want lots of clothes,
and a fuck load of diamonds,
i've heard people die while they're trying
to find this.

and i'll my clothes off
and it will be shameless
cause everyone knows,
thats how you get famous.

#113

"In today's mass societies, it takes only one percent of people making a dedicated choice
- contrary to the mainstreams choice - to create a movement that can change the world."

Mark J. Penn
Microtrends - Small Forces Behind Tomorrow's Big Changes

#112

so, i'm not really sure where i went wrong.
(actually thats a lie - i know where i went 'wrong', but the word 'wrong' in this context doesn't seem to describe what's happened)
i slept to little, and 'studied to much'
and holed myself in texts and cheap coffee,
the typical life of most university students.
i stayed in on saturdays,
stayed up late fridays,
skipped lots of meals and ate all the wrong things.
and did i mention the copious amounts of cheap coffee?

however - i tried.
i tried to keep in touch, i tried to the best of my abilities.
but the fact of the matter is, unless you were either sitting next to me
reading a textbook, or the actual textbook itself,
there wasn't to much of me to be spread around
to other things.

i tried talking to you,
i tried reaching out, to the best of my ability.
but i can't apologize for these things;
studying to much
and sleeping to little.

so, here we are.
january, 2011.
three A's up and a few friends down
(or so it seems for now).


but hey,
i'll always have cheap coffee, right?

#113

if i ever push you away, i don't really mean to,
when i tell you i don't want to
talk about it,
i do,
i'm just looking for the right words.
give me a minute.
if i can tell you, i will.

see, i try to be this balance of perfect and
real at the same time.

i'm still working on the ratio.

when i get really quiet?
its because i have too much to say,
and i'm not really sure where to start.

i miss you,
but space is good too i guess.

these days, my head is just a complicated pile of
thoughts,
full of fears and cravings and dreams and
loves and this tangled up
nostalgia for the past and the present all
at once.

i am flawed,
i am human,
i am broken.
but i am trying.

i am two hands and one heart and one head,
going in 1000 different directions,
all at one time.

let's dance,
cause i can't do it all alone forever.

#112

in the end,
your just as broken as the rest of us.

#111

i shoot the lights out
hide till it's bright out
whoa, just another lonely night
are you willing to sacrifice your life?