It’s ready

July 11, 2012 § Leave a comment

I mailed it to you today.
Priority mail.
It will be there tomorrow.

Be excited, I know I am.



Let’s get lost*

July 5, 2012 § Leave a comment

You and me.

With the mountains as our witness,
and the tree’s as our companions.
Let’s lose society and forget what it means
to be tame.
We’ll shed our skin, as we lay on our backs
watching the Northern sky.
It would be easy.
To get lost with you.



So Happy*

June 30, 2012 § Leave a comment

I’m so happy for you,

and what you’re doing.
Seriously, so pumped. I dream of doing what you are doing.
I will one day, not now but soon.
Hopefully with you.


It’s One of those days.

June 28, 2012 § Leave a comment

Were I miss you more then usual.


The boy and his boat, has become the man at sea.

June 26, 2012 § Leave a comment

I’m calm.

It’s been a long time since I’ve heard your voice.
Too long.
But it’s been necessary.
You needed it, and I as well.
I floundered for a little while, trying to find the wind to fill the sails.
It comes in gusts, short, small, gusts.
And I move forward.
I’m still here, at sea. I know where I’m going, I think.
I had a destination, and too my knowledge I haven’t fallen off course.
I’m still trying to reach your shoreline.
It will take more then silence.
You are still under the same sun as I.
That at least gives me some respite.
Your still the only shoreline that I want to reach.
I don’t expect you feel the same way.
But I can hope.


The Last Couple Days…

June 25, 2012 § Leave a comment

I have been living life.

I’ve been working and playing in equal amounts,
for the latter part of 2 weeks, until 4 days ago.
I need to put my head down and nail out some projects.
Which is what I’m about to do.
The reason for the tardiness has been because we finally got some good weather.
Shirts off, joints lit, and beers cracked.
It’s been great, the whole 2 days off it.
Pretty much the only 2 days of summer so far.

Ok, time to focus.



June 21, 2012 § Leave a comment

It’s 1:28am, and this shitty guitarist won’t stop.

Seriously, I’m all into late night guitar playing. Really, I encourage it. But this? This is too much.
Jackie and I traced the source to an open window in the building behind us.
It’s normally used as a jam space by various local musicians, and we have never before experienced a problem.
It’s loud, spastic, and worst of all…bad.
We are at our wit’s end.

I want to end this persons life. 

  • My now.

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