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.