Sunday, February 28, 2010


Positivity. Positivity. Positivity.

Holla ACHOO!!!

San Diego. Vancouver. Philippines. Norway. Winnipeg. I want to go everywhere!

A cloud can appear as anything you want it to.

Do what you love. Love what you do. Do it for yourself. And nobody else.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Raw Addiction.

I realized this morning that it isn't my lack of significant other that's making me sad. I woke up with someone in my arms but I was still sad. There is something missing from my life and I don't know what it is. Or maybe my life has become too fast, and I need to learn to slow down. But now is not the time in my life to slow down. I'm just getting started.

I think monotony is starting to form in my life. I'm addicted to change. I need to go somewhere.

Thursday, February 25, 2010


I can't help but feel like my world is falling apart. I feel as if I did something wrong. I'm craving drink. And smoke.

The CD was good.

Dear Starbucks kid with the cute smile, that makes me blush a little. You look so sincere and sweet. I wish I knew your name.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Uh, Oh. Statticus got smart.

My bar has been raised 10 feet higher. Jump high boys. And don't trip. Because there are no second chances with me.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Broke my positive vibe rule.

There are many fish in the sea. And I am a shark.

Monday, February 22, 2010

The end? For now?

Happy vibes are levelling at about zero today. For the first time in almost 2 months, life doesn't feel so cheerful. No matter how hard I try.

Zoned out.

I sit here solitary. Inner silence impounding my head. The mess on my bed crinkles as I shuffle slowly. The slightest sounds seem so sharp. A fence has been erected today and it surrounds my inner core. It is strong and sturdy, rough and full of splinters, ready to leave slivers on hands that try to reach and understand the edifice of my mind. It cannot be altered. It has found comfort in where it lays, protecting me from the malice of humanity. A current bubble of peace and happiness, of which its soft bouncy exterior is inevitably bound to pop, but the timing of this is uncertain. So I watch the colors swirl in this happy bubble of mine, until the darkness of night robs me of its vibrance. But the sun arises and I can begin another day, another life.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Back on that loner anxiety tip.

Days are amazing. Nights alone are not. But I will make it, because all I need is a pen, paint, or a camera, and I will get through any night. Bring it on A.M.

I despise demineralized water.

Orange mint. Makes good cigarettes. Not so much water.

Whos turn?

"Find the biggest boulder and kick it, preferably in bare feet. Who's going to win? You or the boulder?"

If you don't let the boulder get to you, ignore the pain, stop kicking it, and walk away. You win.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Human after all.

I take back what I said about my heart feeling unbreakable. It's aching in the worst possible way.

"Listen Baby, your wish is my command."

"I thought I had it all together. But I was lead astray, the day you walked away. You were the clock, that was tickin in my heart. Changed my state of mind, that love's so hard to find."

And it plays over and over and over like a vinyl.

I can only become stronger.

Alas, another stepping stone has been overcome in my life. And I am completely grateful for every minute. Life is beautiful, and you just got to keep smiling. I love you, dearly, always.

Although when your heart feels unbreakable after so much repetitive aching, that may not be a good thing.

Thursday, February 18, 2010


Can I pass my environmental studies class now? Ahem.
I am definately laying cash down for these babies tomorrow.

Retail therapy, what an amazing vice.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Make the best of it.

Boredom is a personal decision that we make. We choose to be bored. We do not become bored.

Another day steppin on rocks.

Today was the first day I woke up feeling sad. And for once I knew why.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Who's that creepin in my window?

Life cannot be perfect 24-7. But you can make it as close to perfect as you want.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

There are a few things I've learned in life.

Be positive. Then you learn faster and become wiser.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Once you learn to love life, good things start to happen.

So I was strolling out of American Apparel today during my lunch break, and there was this old lady asking for spare change. I see her all the time, and I usually tend to ignore her because I never carry much change on me, and I feel bad every time I fumble for an excuse as to why I have no change for her. But today I thought I'd shell out some change, because I'd just happened to have some on me, and I couldn't recall if i'd ever given her change before. After I placed the 35 cents in her hand, I asked her if she had a lighter that I could borrow. I talked to her for a few minutes, asked her if she found it cold out, and if she'd been there for awhile. After our brief conversation, I told her "Thank you so much for letting me use your lighter. Have a good day!" and walked off. As I was walking she said "You too! Thank you for the change!" And honestly, she sounded so happy. And the fact that I was able to make somebody that happy was an amazing feeling. It's awesome how people brighten up when you take the time to talk to them. Even the most miserable looking of folks are amazing people if you open up to them and give them a chance. So I think I will carry a little spare change every day for her, because my heart has developed a soft spot for her and she's a nice lady. Anyways moral of my story? You're smart people. Figure one out. Because there is no moral to my story. Just common sense. Love everybody.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Take what you love and give it 100%.

Go out and be whoever you want to be.

Stay in and create whoever you want to create.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Writin all over your mind.

I'm on a writing binge, regurgitating words and re-swallowing them. Stabbing them with a fork and hucking them everywhere in no particular direction. I can't stop spitting them. Painting imaginary walls with letters that connect to form words, that make phrases that pollute your mind with nonsense. My mind and fingers are craving these letters. Putting pressure on these sticky plastic keys, to make words appear before your eyes. Are they dancing? Are they pulsating? Are they annoying the fluids of your spine? Are they flashing with such ridiculous flair, you want to smash them? To pieces and pieces until they glitter on the floor. Rainbows of bright colors, each color it's own dimension, it's own world. What color is the world today? Today I feel the world is grey, each person is a different color. Decorating this bland world with their personalities. My mind has settled now. Time for bed. Time for the world to be black, speckled with rapid blues, teals, marigold and the occasional red. I don't like when my dreams are Red. Red means nightmares. Black means nothing. Nothing means emptiness. But it also means full. Dark and rich. I'm just trying to paint an abstract picture with words. I'm really not all that crazy. I don't use substances. It's a painting left for you to interpret on your own. Let it mean what you want.

Monday, February 8, 2010

I'll be damned if I do, damned if I don't.

Translucent clouds drifting over mountains of toblerones.
Put it on cruise control, but keep the speed up.
The sky's blue, clouds are purple. Sun is grey.
Grass is pink. A smile is a hidden frown.
A frown is a yearning for a smile.
Efforts are dim, but boy are they worthy.
Keep on running, don't trip on the rocks.
Disarono. On the rocks!
Don't stick your toes. Out of the holes in your socks.
They might get cold.
And shiver a lot.
Quiver, quiver quiver. Tigers will get slivers.
And mice are mighty. Mighty like men.
Hippos do the mamba. Salsa with the nachoes.
Shimmy with the lazers. Jump through them black holes.
Ride around the rings of saturn, surf through the stars.
Drink away the milky way, till there's nothing left but chocolate at the bottom of your cup.
Whip the cream. Cream the whip.
A sailor will sail by you, and curse with his lip.
Run Lola run, that mother's gonna get you.
My mind is racing, mind you.
These are the thoughts that race through my head,
and collapse before me right before bed.

-Statticus Steez


You may not always be able to choose your path, but you can choose how you walk it.

For every negative thought and action, there is always a more positive alternative. Always choose the positive path and reap the benefits of an amazing life full of people who love you. That is all.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Speedin harder faster outta control.

The beginning of my dreams unfold tomorrow and a new page opens in the book of my life.

Thursday, February 4, 2010


I knew this euphoric high of constant happiness would come crashing to a halt one day, and my old friend depression would nudge his elbow into my side.