bluebirds on our shoulders

stay up super late tonight,
picking apples, making pie.
put a little something in our lemonade
and take it with us.
- fake empire, the national

woodstock

what a time to have lived...

one

one of my favourite lines of a song:

repent all your sin

delish

to all of you who have not yet been amused.
follow these instructions:

a) read the following article by Anton Taylor. just remember to keep your emotions aside, and let yourself be amused. really, quite something bizarre.

follow this link:

http://www.varsitynewspaper.co.za/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=254:coming-out-on-top-uct-wins-again&catid=40:focus&Itemid=56

b) having read that, i'm supposing you are quite shocked. so read this poignant comeback by Luca Vincenzo.

http://lucavincenzo.blogspot.com/

c) have a nice day.

void

today, for the first time, i avoided something i value. that something is someone who played a significant and important role in my life. that someone is a he who i fell in love with for the first time in my young life. that he is justin woods.
having done that, i feel sad. having said that, i don't know why i feel sad. i guess i just do. i feel like i found it too easy to turn my head and speed up my pace, while feeling a little burning in my chest knowing that for the first time since we broke up, i was just going to walk right by.
i dont know if he saw me. but still, that doesnt make matters better or worse.
i think it's quite a significant step. just, quite, uninterpretable.

do this

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOhf3OvRXKg&feature=fvst

watch this extraordinary work of art. it'll take your breath away.

fella

flow like water.
thoughts into words, not sounds, i leave that to my musician friends.
i reckon i'm pretty stable.
you know.
just flowing like a tide into a lagoon
or like a leaf approaching the ground
or like hair in the wind
always in motion.
like a quite-smiled secret
nice ness
i hope you find yourself in a good space today.

the target that i'm aiming at

have you ever wondered how you could possibly congest your thoughts into a few sentences. or even explain them satisfactorally (if that is even a word).

i wonder if this picture sums up something someone is trying to think.
let's try analyse.
a. it could be a symbol of, 'hey kids, go crazy'.
b. or it could be a symbol or message about masked reality. stop pretending, kid.
c. or it could be a representation of utter confusing of where her head's at.
d. or it could be an attempt to distort her reality.
haha. this is actually fun because WHO THE FUCK CARES.

so [basically] what i'm getting at is whatever your thoughts may be, they may frustrate you to the extent that you are completely overwhelmed by yourself and your everything and everything... but in the end, what does it really matter. what you are to the world is essentially who you are because only you knows what is really clashing and burning and crashing and melting inside that crazy kop. so stop analysing yourself, its kinda a waste of time.
just let it be, you'll figure yourself out.

oh and i think rene descartes and his fuckup theories have me in a tangle.

the message

you dont have to be alone,
you dont have to be on your own.