Wednesday, December 25, 2013





When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.

The last of the human freedoms is to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances.
Some day soon, perhaps in forty years, there will be no one alive who has ever known me. That’s when I will be truly dead - when I exist in no one’s memory. I thought a lot about how someone very old is the last living individual to have known some person or cluster of people. When that person dies, the whole cluster dies,too, vanishes from the living memory. I wonder who that person will be for me. Whose death will make me truly dead?

And i'm not sure why i'm infatuated with death

My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats



I woke up this morning and figured i'd call you

In case I'm not here tomorrow

I'm hoping that I can borrow a piece of mind 

I'm behind on what's really important 

My mind is really distorted 

I find nothing but trouble in my life 

I'm fortunate you believe in a dream


and when the lights shut off

and it's my turn to settle down 

my main concern

promise that you will sing about me 

promise that you will sing about me 

Tuesday, December 24, 2013



We walk away like strangers in the street

Gone for eternity

We erased one another 

So far from where we came 

With so much of everything 

how do we leave with nothing





I can't trust anyone, no anything these days

Know what you want and why

Of all the strangers you're the strangest that I see

I'm not afraid to die



and i always find

yeah i always find something wrong

you've been putting up with my shit just way too long

i'm so gifted at finding what i don't like the most

so i think it's time for us to have a toast