sleepless? i need to sleep more.

like the heart of a lion, that's been shot through the chest.

the power to forget is a pretty useful and awesome tool. you used to give me that.

you know i've been some pretty horrible places, you know i've seen a lot of people with hate in their eyes. but, as with everything, there are two sides. you know i've been some pretty beautiful places, and you know i've seen a lot of love in people's lives.

i stumbled on a new way to best-define everything that is and everything that now was. it's a lot like the way of the lion. for the most part, invincible. he rides through life with un-recognisable impact and intent. until, by a force yet to be justified, he is shot down by a hunter, keen for his skin, and keen for him. for the appearance, for the feel, and promise of what it may bring. all she needed was one shot, and she stole him away. but since she now sees that, up-close and after time, the skin is riddled with mange. the hunter decides to leave the lion alone. alone, to die. but, as is the case in almost any aspect of life, the vultures remain.

and these vultures, they're a fucking force, mate. they're numbers. they're nothing to the lion. but, at the same time, he needs them to finish what the hunter started. i mean, it's not like he NEEDS needs them. or anyone, now. really. either way, they keep going, and changing, and coming back, and digging away, and picking, and calling, and wanting more, and needing more, and taking more, without necessarily asking for more.

poetic just-this.

this year will be the year of the song, soul, and piano, for me. not got too much choice on the matter.

i must remember to be more kind. like, consistently more kind. i managed to achieve that a while back, i now need to maintain it.

how the turntables..

i guess that's where they've got us. we can't afford to give a shit anymore. the middle class is dead. and in it's place - a growing gap between the filthy rich and the desperately poor. somehow we've all been misdirected. someone told us we'd be happy if we had that new dress; or driving that new car, or that that cellphone is all you'll really ever need...

somewhere along the lines our pursuit for happiness became a scramble for a flatscreen. so fantastically misguided. so brutally assemble line. all the while completely missing the fucking point and being left with a big gaping hole where your true sense of fulfillment should be. put a price on that, save your pennies.

my best friend is moving to london. that is shit-awful. sidenote over.

i wanna get out this country. i'll have to reform for at least another half-year until the america savings are together, though. but at least i get it. at least i make you feel something.

"I love catching people in the act. That's why I always whip open doors".

She loved to fly, She ran away
From something at home, she would not say
She needed new friends, no doors would open
She had no place to stay

Then came a bird, Who knew the town
Who barely ever left the ground
They saw each other, they saw forever
They both knew it right away, oh!

Two love birds, two love signs
You got me going out of my mind
I love you for a lifetime
You got me going out of my mind

Two love birds, two love signs
You got me going out of my mind
I love you for a lifetime
You got me going out of my mind

They had it good, not lots of stuff
Not lots of money, just lots of love
She started working, he learned to cook
Somehow they made their way


~ 2011. off with a bang. chishhhhh :)