Freedom.

Concrete.
Sand.
Snow.
Water.
Sunlight.
Hugs.

Prisms.

Make mistakes. Learn. Evolve.

No mo midterms.

I have the freedom to think, and write again.

Peace, Love, Convos and Coffee.

If the whole world were like the Broadway Roastery. It would be such an amazing place :)

The radio once told me.

Never believe your own hype.

Never label yourself as something, or you'll start to believe it, and you won't work as hard to earn it.

Live and Play.

I will grow more responsible, but I will never, ever grow up.

They say it's magical.

I miss Montreal. I miss living at the Maison Du Pret D'honneur, taking the elevator down to the first floor, out through the Couche Tard and buying a beer on the way out. I would spend the morning at Peace Park, skating all morning, and work my way past the graffiti of St.Catherine's towards Berri Square where I would skate some more. I miss culture. In Montreal there's something new to discover every day. The people smile and have a youthful sense of humour. Everybody greets you with two kisses on the cheek and even the crackheads are jolly. I could buy an all dressed hot dog, overloaded with toppings, in a greasy cardboard carton stacked with fries and a pop for 3$. There is so much opportunity for creativity around every corner, and I wish I could go back with my camera and capture everything. I've been to places around the world, but Montreal always stays at the top of my heart.

Walkin.

Art Error.

Once a mistake. Two times a lesson. Three times a master.
Faster is slower, slower is faster.

Time is money. So take your time.

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.