June 2011
13 posts
Mom: So, tell me what happened in the 7th grade today.
Sam: You really want to hear? Uh…I think I’m in love with Mauree Pierce.
Mom: Well that’s nice. How do you know you’re in love?
Sam: Because I can’t stand her.
Mom: Well, that’s always a good a sign.
Sam: She hates my guts, she called me a pinhead.
Mom: Sounds like love to me.
Is this chronic desire for change a disease or a dividend?
Either I have this itching feeling to run when things get comfortable, because I assume they’re bound to crumble or perhaps I just can’t focus my attention that long. I get bored so easily, so tired of the same routines and the same summer nights over and over. Talking, talking, talking, about the most ridiculous of things....
An extremely productive night in the studio. After six hours on the same track, I have an undeniably intensified respect for musicians. This creative process rejuvinates me instead of draining me. Ahhhh I can’t wait to hear the finished product and one day, all of the music I’ve written to be sealed in the album :)
cultivatethehabit:
I.live in a culture where the term “sexting” exists.
All the more reason to get OUT of that
Decisions decisions decisions …
THE WAY I SEE IT
I scribbled this poem on the back cover of the Stephen King novel I’m working through, for lack of any other paper. Due to his cynical novel and the writings of Ray Bradbury, which causes any person to question the times, I concocted this collage of thought after a swim in the deep ocean. My brain functions on a different level here, I’m certain. Perhaps I’ll set this one to a...
A week by the Seaside can alter the course
I am thoroughly convinced that a trip to the seaside can heal the deepest of heartaches, can relieve the deepest of burdens that anchor in your harbor. The battle scars and the tumors are whittled away by the sea breeze, until they are too small to notice. Something about the way you breathe here, something about the waves kissing the shore, something about the warm invitation of horizons lips...
