it's a dead end street and no one gets out alive.

the future is a gamble. the past is altered.

the present fleeting...but it's never gone.

it's always now. its never tomorrow.

yesterday already happened.

moving forward is moving sideways.

moving up is moving over.

truth is never true.

Come Home :(

I opened a chest of childhood.

I slept in a nest of nostalgia.

I swam in a pool of puerility.

Queens of Noise

sometimes all you need is someone to call you sexy. (much offense to "pretty," and "smart.") because sometimes we all need a little more. tell me to drive this car for miles and finally shake off the innocent smiles. tell me to dance cause you like the way it feels and flip the bird to all those blocked ears.

"Get down ladies, you got nothin' to lose."

We Are.

We're mimicking the bird's song and painting the mountains,

we're consumers of the plants and animals that consume us,

we're dancing like the leaves on the trees from the wind in the air,

we're products of the land, the earth and the sky,

we're dreaming of flying like the bats, secretly in the night,

we're fighting like the lions, tigers and bears, oh my

we're born just like the dolphins, monkeys and rabbits,

we're hiding like the ostriches, our heads stuck in the sand.

we're only as good as our worst...

"we're all stuck out in the desert, and we're gonna die."

Operation (Poison) Ivy

itching turns to scratching turns to tearing turns to bleeding.

white turns to tan turns to red turns to white.

"I didnt get it then
I think I got it now
Caution my freind
Dont step in the water 'til you know you can swim"

Mushu?

"It may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God, but to create him."

PIKAAAAAACHUUUUU!

The rain is falling harder.

The wind is getting stronger.

My grip is getting looser.

And the strainer has never been so nice.

evolve

she never heard the truth, it was always just echoed lies from the lips of those who were simply too busy.

Come look, Mom! It's for you!

Oh it looks wonderful...Yes, i showed Mr. Williams the picture you made for him, of course!

she thought she knew everything about the end, and how she would leave this meaningful existence.

You said it was like going home.

I lied. He said it was agony.

they hid the razor blades, knives and scissors, there's nothing she can do now, right?

Explain to me dear how you did this?

With the metal on the end of my notebook

they cried their tears and went on their way, she was left in the dust, picking up the pieces of her own mistakes.

Come on, we are already half way out the door. I don't have time for this, get your shoes on.

Please! You have no idea what it feels like to be there.

soon enough she gave up fighting and forged a smile with finger paints and broken stencils.

Yeah, don't even worry about it. I've been really good! It's totally fine, things are finally turning around, you know? I would love to! It's been a very long time, maybe months.

Maybe one day it'll be the truth.

Two roads diverged in a wood

fighting for freedom, fighting for their children. they put on a straight face and kiss their proud families goodbye. thrown across seas and borders. thrown into unwelcoming lands. familiar with the sound of bullets and foreign cursing. waiting for a day when he can go home. home to a place where tolerance and peace are practiced.

fighting for peace, fighting for their children. they put on a smile and take their lovers by the hand. thrown across streets and marches. thrown into welcoming buses. familiar with the sound of megaphones and foreign warfare. waiting for a day when he can go home. home to a place where tolerance and peace are practiced.

"But we were cut out of basically the same mud, I suppose, just two more dirty-kneed kids scrapping to beat hell and trying to land on our feet."

is 3:29am morning?

stumbling in at 2:47 am. wash your face quick and wipe it dry. brush your teeth while searching the house for two little kitties. turn off your phone to save the battery. make one last attempt to find the charger. steal throw pillows from the couch. jump into bed after saying your final goodbye to consciousness for the night.

open your eyes at 11:13 am. scratch your head and pull out the bobby pins. brush your teeth while searching the house for two little kitties. turn on your phone to three new text messages. make one last attempt to find the charger. put the throw pillows back on the couch. eat stale cereal and say hello to consciousness for the day.

this isnt life. these are her guidelines. these are the framework of her day. the frame does nothing but compliment the picture. it is, by no means, the art. some choose to follow the ridges of the frame down to the second. but its all about what's inside the frame. its all about thoughts. its about who you saw. its about what you said. its about what cereal you eat. its about which pillow you stole. its about what you dreamt of. its about who. its about what. its about where. its about when. its about why.


its all about the cycle, its all about the routine.
its all about breaking it.