Tuesday, December 13
the six foot dorsal fin
When are you thinking of disappearing? When are you falling off the map? When the unknown that you fear is in the clearing? When your world has gone flat? When you’re waiting for you’re life to be depicted and feeling estrangement from escape? When you packaged up beautifully scripted, insulated with electrical tape? When the famous are getting airborne? When the evacuation is underway and not for all the pot in Rosedale could you possibly get them to stay?
When a blind eye turns to duty? When I’m standing there holding the door saying things like “after you… youth before beauty, and okay… maybe there’s room for just ONE more”? When technology fails, forever changes and hardcore shadows are gone? When what the average age re-arranges is forever certain, forever wrong? When new adventures in electronics and signals are pleasing to the ear? Or when tubes are cooking up distortion meaning the end of suffering is near?
When people have different needs and time smiles on a disciplined mind? When you’re getting kind-sized satisfaction in the turnstiles of the night from all the shaky, pale transactions of the all heartache in your social life? When are you thinking of disappearing? When there’s nothing but heartache in your social life? When are you thinking of disappearing?
When are YOU thinking of disappearing? When ARE YOU thinking of disappearing?
When a blind eye turns to duty? When I’m standing there holding the door saying things like “after you… youth before beauty, and okay… maybe there’s room for just ONE more”? When technology fails, forever changes and hardcore shadows are gone? When what the average age re-arranges is forever certain, forever wrong? When new adventures in electronics and signals are pleasing to the ear? Or when tubes are cooking up distortion meaning the end of suffering is near?
When people have different needs and time smiles on a disciplined mind? When you’re getting kind-sized satisfaction in the turnstiles of the night from all the shaky, pale transactions of the all heartache in your social life? When are you thinking of disappearing? When there’s nothing but heartache in your social life? When are you thinking of disappearing?
When are YOU thinking of disappearing? When ARE YOU thinking of disappearing?
Sunday, December 4
powdery sparks
Another shoot over-If I have to eat more Pizza or McDonalds in the next week I'm probably going to fall over and die. On the positive side this means I'm nearly done my program and I'll never have to look into the dead and uninteresting faces of my class"mates" again (well-they're not ALL bad... but spending a few days in a dark, cramped space while everyone tries to jockey for control sorta makes you want to stab everyone in the eyes, doesn't it?! I know THAT'S what it does for ME! ). Also- this means I won't be making pointless posts on my blog at 11:30 on a Sunday night while waiting for my train to take me back to Oakville--- if I'm lucky I'll be home by 2... well, if I'm lucky the train will derail---HA!
Thursday, December 1
jesus=chocolate
I'd just like to point out that the first chocolate in my advent calendar was, indeed, a train---as i had predicted.
