Thursday, September 30, 2010

Sparkles in the night.

Snow sparkles. Fill my pockets. Like diamonds, that melt. Add mud and you are filthy rich.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Spandex on my brain.

The brain is a muscle. When it hurts that only means you've been working it right. It'll be twice as strong tomorrow.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Mushy soup;

I just want to nestle in your arms, and rub my face on your stubble, and kiss it too.
In fact, there's a lot I want to do.
But mostly, just lie and do nothing with you.

I want to hold your hand as I fill my head with jargon from a book.

Oh, when I get my hands on you.

You know what I want to do.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Fly like a bomb.

I don't want to sleep. I just want to Create. Dance. Work, and Play.

I want to visualize musical notes and bring them to life, I want to make them wrap around the people's feet and drag them across the floor, fling them across the room.

I want to paint a world of vivid color. Of spray can houses spraying neon clouds, and tye dye trees, amongst a ruby sun. With organic cotton clouds, so white it hurts the eyes.

I want to spray stencils on every surface. So that you walk past them every day, and try to put a face on the shadow of the man who put them there. as I watch you and grin.

I want to capture happiness in a bottle, and give it to someone. Because that is better than money.

I want to stomp on a PC in front of Bill Gates.

I want to make apple soup, of apple slices and apple juice for broth.

I want to own every kind of camera, and be able to think like one too.

I want to discover an island then play in the volcano that made it, and go flying on a boulder as it shoots off and soars over the ocean.

I want to dig a hole into the middle of the earth and live in a cave made of crystal olivine, and carve an underground castle out of it. I will play dubstep in it that will cause major earthquakes, and they will make people dance. No buildings will fall. Because I will put gravity on pause.

I will stop incorporating geology into my blogs, because there is a fault line between nerdy and weird that is just too easy to cross.

Rainbow brite.

St. John's Wort, Siberian Ginseng, Omega 3+ fatty acids. I feel amazing. Topped with a more fruit and vegetable based diet. I'm going to pwn school this year.

Fuck you depression.

Today I start taking St.John's Wort.
Shit better work.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Crayons, Wisers, and

Lalalala just follow the yellow brick road.
Until you reach the end.
And reach a gate that ascends into the sky.
That lets you walk on paths of cloud.
And you slide down a tornado...and stab trees with lightning bolts.

Friday, September 17, 2010


The sun needs to come back.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Grey skies.

Skies are grey and I just want to skate.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

No more complaining.

I'm cleaning out the past negative thoughts. And looking forwards towards positive ones.