Differences make us the same.

We cannot be loved by everyone. But we can love everyone.

Bubbles in your eyes.

Life is determined by both fate and free will. We have the free will to choose our fate.

Sparkles in the night.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

Sunshine.

The sun needs to come back.

Grey skies.

Skies are grey and I just want to skate.

No more complaining.

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

Shape Shifter

My emotions are colliding into each other and creating sparks. I change as fast as the world around me. I can't keep up with myself. Or the world.

I need my optimism back. It fell out of my pocket, maybe when I was throwing out my knees dancing, or when I did the heel flip that locked my neck. I forgot my number one rule: Positive outlook. Always. Positive outlook and good things will come.

White.

My mind's been ultimately blank lately. No inner thoughts are wanting to push their way onto paper or this screen. I currently have nothing to say worth reading. In creative terms, I am momentarily a dunce.

I am laying on my bedroom floor, staring at the lights wanting to expel all thoughts. Thinking too much is my mind's greatest curse. My mind is angry because I can't think of anything substantial. So I am going to lay here, and think of nothing.

Yum.

One day I will be baller again.

Coconuts.

I caught a tear and looked at it. On the outside it was sad, but inside it was happy.

The goal list. Of all things big and small.

Who said you need a new year for resolutions? I just needed a vacation.

Da LIST:

- Put money away every paycheck and get the Canon 7D before next summer.

-Register for school.

-Don't suck at school.

-In fact, maintain a high average for a scholarship so I can get the hell out of here.

- Work out. Every day, or every second day.

-Learn how to eat healthy

-Drink more water.

- Sell sell sell at work.

- Buy a new ipod.

- Keep my room clean.

- Get an external hard drive.

-Read photography text book cover to cover.

-Learn how to use my skimboard

-Buy bindings

-Buy boots

-And a jacket and snowpants and goggles and gloves

-Learn how to use my snowboard.

- Do neck and knee stretches every morning.

LIGHT. REFLECTIONS. DARKNESS.

Does it not baffle you that everything we see is light? THESE LETTERS ARE NOT BLACK, THEY ARE THE ABSENSE OF LIGHT. (After I posted this I realized they appear white in the blog, not black) Or that red is not red. It's simply light reflecting off a surface. So what does everything look like, when you take away the light? When you take away the sensors in our retina, or pupils, or the combined that register the presence of this light. When you take away the light, everything becomes BLACK. So with that being said, are the objects around us black? Simply reftecting light when it is present? What does everything around us truly look like? Or do they look like anything at all? Just shapes, of nothing but compact matter. WHAT THE FUCK AM I TALKING ABOUT.

Abstract.

My head is a whirlwind right now. Blurs of blue and grey. My mind is bruised from constantly imprinting it with text, stuffing it with knowledge until it expands and there is pressure on my skull from this ever expanding brain of mine, spattering question marks across the wall. I just want to be primitive for a few days. I want to lay in the sun, stare at clouds, huck myself off cement blocks, drink a slurpee. Scratch that, fill an inflatable pool with slurpee and swim in it. My thoughts regarding emotions are locked in a safe, inhibiting themselves. Just stay happy. Be open minded. Am I concentrating on keeping a happy outlook? Or am I just simply numbing myself? Nobody likes a glum critic. But where do these oppressed thoughts and feelings go? Do they dissolve? Do I burn them with happy ones? Do I paint a smile across my face, and constantly retouch it? Or will the acrylic crack one day, and reveal a frown. Why can't the human mind accept that there is such thing as happiness. I am happy. Why do I constantly worry and expect that it will change. Because what goes up, must come down? Fuck you gravity. You are a monster. I am now the gravitational pull, and you can fall towards me. I will stand on your chest triumphantly, hands on my hips like Jack after the giant pummeled from the bean stalk. The atmosphere isn't the end of space, time and existence. I have all the space in the universe to grow.

Daydreaming.