Don't Wake Up the Neighbors

'I must confess, I'm in love with my own sins.'

Slowly losing sanity to family members...visiting them for Christmas. Before I loose it, I leave you with this.

I don't know anything about this, other than it was painted by Dan Young's cousin. But I like it.

Enjoy.

'Will we go to heaven or will we go to hell? It's my understanding that neither are real.'

Give Me Malice, Give Me Envy, Give Me Your Attention

"No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feelings that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention."

Tell Me Your Secrets and Ask Me Your Questions

I've been craving books recently. I've missed the pages. I've missed the connections. And I've missed the emotions they'll evoke and the percussion they'll leave to your brain. But it's esoteric.

Words will forever hold more importance than any film could provide.

"Sticks and stones may break your bones but words will fuck you up."

...it's funny because I had to edit this to make it look decent.

Mon Coeur S'ouvre a ta Voix

You'll see the words but you won't read them. Not really. It'll fuck you up.
The layer, the wall, the one you can move if you tried hard enough.
But you don't.
With fingers shaking and hand trembling the words are foreign aliens,
The hand falls and pages slip. The words you could never understand disappear.
But they don't.
They stay encased in the ghost of the wall.
As the pages dry and everything dies the writing bleeds to seep into something closed.
Locked up. With the key buried under the goddamn encumbrance.
But maybe there never was one.
The tears won't fall if the heart stops beating.

The Way We Get By

I'll be thinking of the time I felt inspired.