Thursday, January 29, 2009


So working my own business, seems to be working well. I've been told by the people I work with that I am "a good guy." It's interesting to see how I can work with such different people, such as the fuck ups, casual business men, big business men, average dude, anyone you can think of.

It had to start up again but with this new collaboration going on I think things will start to turn around and just go up from here. If I can get in contact with certain people it could sky rocket.

People are important. Treat them like a person. Listen to them. Talk to them. Hang out with them. Learn about them. Befriend Them.

Ms. Red perhaps this is why you wanted me. I have the people skills you seem to lack and wish to have. I'll start the war if it must happen.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

New Sparks of Life

Alrighty so some down time from my normal stuff. BUT ITS OK! THIS IS COOL TOO!

SO a friend of mine asked me if I would be interested in "creating a scene" That scene being art and music related. FUCK YES IM DOWN. Still in planning stages, and outlining some stuff.

We are in need of a name still. Any ideas by chance for a name? Once that is figured out we will have a website/blog/myspace what have you and will start spreading this idea around all over.

With this the idea of a record label is there too. That will happen in due time as well.

Uhh lets see. I feel there is more but maybe not? Oh yes i forgot


Sunday, January 25, 2009

It's Funny Because...

your boobs are on my computer.

Maybe i'll show you.

Friday, January 23, 2009

A Breath of Rockets Shone Like Torches

I think you're just upset because you are realizing what is happening. You are falling apart. You want communication, which is being thrown at you, but only from those you hate.

Why can't you just learn to deal with it. You can't always have your life turn into what you wish it could become.

Your dream of living in a world of color and sound going through your body can only happen if you accept it. It can not be forced.

P.S - Why is it that you can ask for your books back yet I can't ask for mine?

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

It's Complicated Being A Wizard

"she would get REALLY pissed off at me if i didn't talk to her for a couple days, she has no friends and thinks that all i can do is just sit and talk on the phone with her alll day

But no, i have a life thats fersure.
she COMPLETELY flipped out on me, saying im a horrible friend and she didnt know why the fuck she bothered being my friend when i never talked to her and shit.

it was retarded as fuck"
Glad to see Im not the only one to feel this way.
Ms. Red I think you need more red for that mask of yours.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Secret Service Man

Looking back at some old posts on someone elses blog. I was reminded that I am reliving certain moments, or so it seems.

Secrets between one and other. Only talking via texting and phone. We ended up at the same graduation party. As much as we wanted to talk, we could not because of other factors. 

That's what happening now, but much more restricted.

Maybe I'll stay in Boston.

Who built the love? Elephants.

Monday, January 19, 2009

You Found Me

I was just told of something very true.

Sophmore year was a year of being a lone wolf, I guess we can call it that.

As the year went by. Nothing occured.

Next year came around. I was interested in something I never really showed much interest in. Art. I was that kid with a mask on from surgery. It caught peoples attention.

It started out with a compliment and progressed exponentially.

I never looked for anything. It just found me instead. Realize this Ms. Red.

Friday, January 16, 2009


How is Little Red Riding Hood doing? Those waves clashing at night. The sound of a sonar pulsing in your mind. Seeing the out skirts of a valley being created right before your eyes. Where does it start? Where does it end? Well let the only person who will ever know tell you.

Where is that person? Well let's just say they took a wrong turn and eneded up in a Jenova. Jayhova? No lets not go there. Spineless beings crafting elixers containing: joy, trash, claps and negativity.

Just grab it and tell them no. You paid for it. Why do they need it? Fuck them, and actually, fuck you too.

Thursday, January 15, 2009


I just learned as to why you act the way you do. Have so much confidence in your self (which isn't bad) and find yourself so attractive. Tango with me.

Marilyn Monroe.

Sunday, January 11, 2009


Its strange when two people can be talking. They can see each other, watch all their actions. Look at their face while the other person won't notice. Yet they don't say a word. Everything is written out. Why is this?

Uncle Ploster

He started a foster home for his son. When his son was 7 he started to help construct the foster house not knowing what was being built. Whenever the boy asked, his father replied with, "It's going to change the way you live, I promise you that."

The boy didn't know what to think of this, and just kept on helping. Kept working. Kept wondering.

Kept Asking.

Friday, January 9, 2009

Lone Tambourinist

I have unwritten music stuck playing over and over in my head. I think maybe its time to get some of it moved else where.

Maybe one day I'll have unreleased material to show you.

Good Luck Finding Me.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Big Boobs?

I was recently told of a tale of a girl who was very attractive. I leared she got breast implants.

for her fucking high school graduation present. What the fuck is this? It makes no sense to even get them unless your in the adult film industry aka pr0n*

Just a silly rant. Lets go to Philly.

Monday, January 5, 2009

A Hint Of Leopard Print

Dear Ms. Red,

Who might you be? Who might you be? Who might I be? Who might I be? Who might we be?

Who is who?



Now lets see here. Twenty is a stupid age. I have epic friends. I feel the urge to be creative (Model photography? Maybe). School starts. 3 days of classes makes life easy. 4/20 at Skidmore. Driving to Alaska. Move to California.

That is my life for the next 2-5 years. Laid out. I'll miss you. I'll keep in touch.

Friday, January 2, 2009

Jump. Spin. Dodge.

I have a cell phone pen pal. That what I'll call you. I find it very strange to only talk via texting. But thats how it is.

I feel it's only fair to call you by your real name.

Ms. Red