From exasperation
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
I hope
You laugh at witty things
I hope you smile every day
I hope you run a race
I hope there's joy within
I hope you are writing a masterpiece with the pieces of your very own self.
I hope there is love within
I hope you sing
I hope you scream
I hope you're sincere.
I just hope.
I hope you smile every day
I hope you run a race
I hope there's joy within
I hope you are writing a masterpiece with the pieces of your very own self.
I hope there is love within
I hope you sing
I hope you scream
I hope you're sincere.
I just hope.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Sustained
Today, there was a shooting one street away from me, helicopters were circling, things were happening, I was making sweet potato fries and they were burning, and then my nose started to bleed. So in the midst of everything, I took some pictures, and I found peace. I believe I was telling my friend the plot of Breaking Bad the TV series where a chemistry teacher with lung cancer cooks meth. Ironic how my nose started bleeding.
I have the same face in all these pictures, but uh I don't care. My hair is awful, and I'm not wearing any make-up. But hey, I didn't get shot today, even though I went on a bike ride and walk just to see if I could find out what was going on. A shooting, duh Gibson.
I am rambling so much.
ah.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Washed out II
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