Monday, May 27, 2013

are you testing the lord with the cards that you've been dealt

Follow your dreams but beware of the illusions
You won't feel the void in your heart with the bank statement and the car
What is it worth, what is it worth, have you given up on freedom
You spent your life working for keys to set you free when you were free all along

-New York City, Among Savages.

The song of my life right now.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Dans cett vie

You know why it's emotionally draining to write something like Red River? It's because everything has to be so fucking literary. Like, You can't go in there and just say "A guy is playing the piano." You have to come up with shit like "...fingers skimming over the tapered rows of coal and ivory like a storm over Mont St-Ambriere."

Is there even a Mont St-Ambriere in France?

Sunday, May 12, 2013

oh sweet baby girl

The gym will be your play pen and grapplers will be your play mates and triangle will be your favourite shape. And when you grow older people will come to you and say that your father is a great man. :)


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