We will fall together

I like people being ONE.
humans coming together for a unified cause.
tons of people joining in one dance.
the same words being repeated across the globe.
similar cries, wants and hopes.
living in the pursuit of general happiness.
caring for society's welfare.
reaching for a common goal.
helping people achieve personal success.
gaining while giving.
giving while gaining.
ghana to germany.
georgia to grease....and greece.

Shaving peaches

She's taking a razor to their furry delicate skin. Slow methodic movements, outlining the perimeter of the round fruit. She then picks up the can of Skintimate Strawberry Tangerine. Shakes it up, squirts some into her left palm, lathers it into an orangey heaven and begins to rub in onto the peach. She pulls the razor out again, hoping to get a closest shave for it's closest moments.

Nobody ever told her it's the...

YAW?

Misguided Ghosts

It happened, the climax was reached.

The bomb threat was given, the hate club lived up to its name.

The detective agency was secretive as ever, and no one had a clue...

Or so they thought. 

He was on to them. He thought he knew what was going on,

Behind his head, after he leaves, before he arrives.

But he was wrong, and he could not take responsibility for it.

So he called for an end to it all. 

He held up his stop sign and we swiftly crossed the street with no further words.

please.

RELAPSE.

falling back, falling down. spiral staircase, minus the stairs. dizzy stumbles, ipod shuffles. it's a crazy little thing called love.

hippie hollow, here i come.

Look Around.

you either die or get out running, we choose today.

running with arms open, our fingers skim the walls.

open the doors to my room, i hear the smells in my mouth.

room for growth in such a small cage, food and water is included.

cage made of wood will be burning soon, flammable and dry is not very good.

soon we will all forget this night, so why not?

The good fight is always worth fighting.

Life is walking onto a pile of sticks you told yourself 500 times not to trip over,

letting the sky be the limit for these bottomless bowls we share,

picking flowers with our eyes and watering them with water bottles of REAL water,

watching iTunes visualizer and trying to pick out shapes,

following the buddy system and losing our minds, shoes, and innocence,

not saying goodbye, but making it clear this is your last hello.

stumbling in the dark, in more ways than one.

bright computer screen and coat hangers on the floor.

TELL US THE REASON, WHY!?

it's people like this i hope become obsolete within the next 24 hours.

those who want the security and benefits but not the punishment and price.

the percentage of the population that uses the word "I" more than floccinaucinihilipilification and indivisibilities.

but also, this is hilarious.

CLICK HERE! CLICK HERE! CLICK HERE!

JUNKIES RUNNING DRY.

snarl it out, bro.

strength in solitude, strength in solidarity, strength in numbers, strength in mind, strength in words, strength in confidence, strength in yourself, strength in ourselves, strength for today, strength for tomorrow, strength for the fight, and strength for the lack thereof.

primal.

smelly foot and dry nose.

broken sandals and shoelace bows.

small tshirts and smaller boobs.

hemp twine and little beads or cubes.

eat your veggies, cut them up fine.

"a friend of the devil is a friend of mine."

Last Chance To Make Your Mother and Your Father Proud.

this won't take no getting used to.
this won't need a tutorial or step by step instruction.

this isn't a shot in the dark.

this isn't something you've never seen before.

this doesn't need to take all day.

this doesn't involve a week at a peek.

defined by it's opposite, here stands the antichrist.

i can't get enough.

i dreamt of you and me in a field. there were flowers and house we called "home." you described the land as "so strawberry-fields-forever." i made fun of you and you joined the laughing fits. pictures were taken by cameras in the air. music was playing far off in another world. we listened and sang along when the lyrics got goofy enough. we danced a little, shook our heads from left to right. my hair was long, you're smile was wide and real. it's like everything we ever wanted was right there, inside the silly house, up in the bright orange sky, under the overgrown grass, in the pockets of our jeans and within our few spoken words. we yelled and screamed and ran in circles, dizzy and falling we laughed only louder. it was all there. we are now all here.

tHUG LIFE

yin and yang were two little boys. their mothers told them right from wrong, good from evil.

we are all good. we are all evil.

yin and yang were day and night. bright stars at night, long shadows in the day.

we are all good. we are all evil.

yin and yang didn't see black and white. yin and yang saw a balance of life.

yin and yang liked to sway and strum, yin and yang will soon become one.

we are all good. we are all evil.

we will all live. we will all die.

Lucid, yet dizzy

gang signs and straight lines.
apple lips and silver whips.
walking fast and forgotten pasts.
crowded streets and broken beats.
short breaths and long rests.
rusty knives and lack of goodbyes.
bloodshot eyes with a look of surprise.

Truckin'

Life took a turn.

Life took a break.

Nothing really changes except us. It's all just twists and turns. we're in a labyrinth called earth, time and space. we're always looking for help. We'll find our Hoggle, Ludo, Sir Didymus, Ambrosious and even our very own Jareth. Soon enough, we will find what we're searching for, and the best has yet to show its face.

Rainbows showed up.

Rainbows showed color.

Get sick, Get well, Hang around the ink well

chipped nail polish all over the desk.

doing what makes sense.

defining ourselves with paradoxes.

secrets hidden behind zippers and latches.

saying "no," to our upbringing.

and questionable recent google searches....

greedy, thirsty hooligans.