Ch-ch-changes

New home: http://imonyourteam.blogspot.com/

Not Tonight

I just won't do.

Sit tight, kiddies. What We Do Is Secret is going to have a nice little make-over. But, not tonight.

Blood on Our Hands

I won't hate you if you go away.

When is my salvation?

Resolution

I know what you're thinking, this probably sounds rehearsed.

This is a public service announcement.

Can I be straight with you for a minute? Your new year's resolutions probably flew out the window the second the clock struck twelve on January second. For most of us, that little list consisted of egocentric goals such as "lose ten pounds" or "stop eating processed foods." But, what about goals such as "be kind to others" and "donate to charity"?

My friend, Patrick Rivers, is part of Run To End Poverty, an organization that aims to relieve poverty in African countries. Now, Patrick is a swell guy, and it makes me sad to see that he is having a little bit of trouble getting people to sponsor him for his run. If everybody donated five dollars instead of going out to rent a movie this weekend, think of the difference it could make.

Every dollar counts. I donated. Will you?

Hysteric

These strange steps take us back,
Take us back.

Oh, herro. I am an owl. Love me.

Don't Walk Away Eileen

Eileen says I'm a boy, not a man.
Crying on the corner with my head in my hands.
I called her name and she ran,
Slipping through my fingers like a fist full of sand.

For reasons unknown to myself and to my victims, I am seldom able to keep a promise. To me, being able to keep a promise is up there with the ability to fly and see through walls. Why has this come to my attention, you may ask?

If I could keep a promise, I would not take your picture. If I could keep a promise, I would stop writing about you. If I could keep a promise, I would use all of this art and life inside of me to do something productive.

I wish I could keep this promise, but keeping promises is hard these days since you broke my heart.

Carry the Zero

You're so occupied with what other persons are occupied with, and vica versa.

I have come to a sad realization, my friends; I will most likely be standing alone for my class graduation photograph.

Please, do not misunderstand me. I do have friends at university. Let's see... one in political science, two in concurrent education, and two who are moving to Vancouver. Bastards.

I suppose that I am not a very approachable person. However, I do not doubt myself. I know that there is truly something genuine about me, and perhaps it is that "something" that makes others shy away. Believe me, I will not laugh wholeheartedly at your jokes if they are terrible, and I am not about to compliment you on that very... original... Lululemon sweater. But, that's just me.

So, suck it.