Grand Theft Always.

-you still here?

=your funny! I could leave.

-I was merely noticing your fading state of mind, almost like you were falling asleep or something.

=well you did rock me hard you big stud.

-Yeah thats hot, use that grade 11 voice.

=Your a pig you know that.

-I'd prefer you use my proper species name, MAN.

=Your fake epic voice is amazing.

-I've been working on it.

=For me?

-Who else.

=I wonder about that sometimes.

-Wonder about what?

=I don't know, just if you ever have other girls on your mind.

-Well I am wondering if my mom will do my laundry and accept my alcoholism when I go back home.

=*ppmk..No, not like that... like do you ever have other girls on your mind? like sexually? or even provoking idea?

-Well thats unfair

=What?

-Well attacking a basic human element of my manhood, It's not my fault if I turn my head for 3 seconds.

=Huh?

-If I see a pretty girl I look at her yes, every women is different and its amazing to just notice sometimes but for that 3 seconds I'm still in love with you as much as the rest of the time in the day.  Days in the years. Years in my life.

=teehee

-Ah still jokes? I got kinda wet when I heard myself say that.

=Ewwwww!

-haha, Don't worry baby, If you'd like proof just replay the last 45 minutes.

=True, I don't know I just get these thoughts sometimes, I don't know why.

-Wait are you a girl?

=*hmfp If i'm not then what does that make you?

-No, I was just meerly remarking on the paradox of asking a girl if she is a girl after she does a very girly thing.

=....huh?

-I mean you female always have to be sure somtimes, cover your tracks.

=Your hair looks good on this side

-Again covering your track, or hiding them.

=I don't know, I guess I just do it because I'm afraid of you leaving. 

-Come on, have enough belief, treat me like a religion. Then I'll love you like I'm a God and your my child.

=sigh, I will. Just know that If you ever did leave, as long as your still knew me and we did the occasional "grocery shop" I'd be alright with that.

-Now that was a big "Track Cover" but it was sweet.

=Oh, and I love you. haha

-Good.

=Your nose looks bent.

-cause it was just crushed against your face

=nah, I think you look crooked sometimes

-ouch.

=Not in a bad way, when you get serious your face goes into a state of being. Like it's so focused that even a crooked eyelid or falsely puckered lip looks amazing.

-Well I could do Clint Eastwood for you.

=Nah you can be my action-star!

-Think so? Think I could do action.

=Yeah but I see you more as a Will smith character, defeating all of your enemies with sappy catch phrases from your tasteless 80s sitcom. 

-Hey, Big Willy was the king back then. Will you be my Jada Pinkett? Jumping off walls and shooting in slow motion?

=Your such a geek

-Studies say geeks get the most action, and bear-like people are the best to cuddle with.

=With the way you sleep Its more like a Sloth

-A sloth with sick dance moves!

=Your like Travolta when you drink, and Journey when you sing

-You know me eh? your prize is as follows...

=Oh goodie!

-Long years with a move-bustin', irish walking, anti-sour-kraut with shrapnel for a skin tone and stability like a 90s telephone.

=Sign me up baeh beh.

............

.............

.............

Kissinginthespaces.

A Show for Angels

-So what's with all his procrastinating Gabe?

=I think it's in his nature man.

-Well thats a given but I'm talking on a logical term, not discussing varies in common knowledge about the boy. We know this lad more than most.

=Well then I don't know, he's always taken it slow but I guess he's unsure, new to this plain on life.

-It is pretty radical being his own man at this age.

=If you can call it that

-What do you mean

=Listen Lloyd, we aren't ones to judge the way each and every one of them take their roles in life but it's incredible how some have different views on their freedom. 

-You think this one isn't free?

=Just the opposite, I think he isn't in for the common institutions that always seem to play with his thoughts and haunt his memories in the past. 

-It's just not that big of a deal to him, he gets by and with a good attitude.

=He just knows that he loves himself and others around him, I just feel that he's too...

-...  comfortable being himself?

=Exactly, now I don't even need to address any tone of negativity when I remark on his personality, it's just...Remarkable

-How so?

=You ever think as mature and at the same time act so childish?

-Everyone gets by with different phrases, using them like key-cards to the conversations, he just wants to know everyone.

=It's remarkable how shyness doesn't drag him once he knows the person is pure.

-He can spot the best i'd say.

=Well isn't it obvious? She takes over his soul.

-Who her? I forgot she was still around?

=Where the fuck have you been?

-What? So I missed a few plot points

=A few? Dude, these two have been back together for over a year now.

-Well I always knew they were meant to be

=You knew nothing, they weren't even a real unit until this year passed.

-Well I did notice a growth in his sexual prowess.

=Well thats one way to look at it, he really has grown, and so has she.

-Tell me more about her, she was a great character from the last season

=Come on man, she's still pure, she friendly, approachable, polite and has gotten even cuter. And she's more than a character to him.

-Well yeah I always knew Mike had it in him.

=Well his high-school days are over and they really left a black mark on his ego.

-I'd say, regardless of what he harbors from earlier days it's amazing to watch her paint away the pain.

=So you do know her now.

-No I don't remember her character these days.

=So you haven't been watching lately.

-No, but just recently watching him, I notice his truth, his sincerity. 

=She really brings the best out in the boy.

-Funny that you use that word to describe him. Seems like he's more in-touch with his inner child, and at the same time, ready to take on the world with an open hand for her to fill.

=It's amazing Lloyd, how much two people can grow within their central comfort of themselves, that unknowing need for each others answer, their warmth, their puzzle-like body structures. 

-It just works I guess.

=The best part about it is that he knows it, he knows it because he's living it. He can sense her falls, get her out of that shell while she brings him back to that world that drives him, That planet made of wrinkles and giggles that only he can observe like a scientist, studying each motion and nerve she makes.

-She's his painting? His Mona Lisa?

=The rising force that gets him to bed, and brings him back from slumber.

-Hey, he's picking his pimples.

=He's picking at the memories he had with her, and the ones they'll make when they are back again.

-Thats when I'm tuning in again, this story is getting good.

When You Look at Yourself ... Look Away

Your for Her.

Drive me mama with your wagonwheel

Ill tell you that your legs are too hard pressed

on the pedal with pressure

your skin is so blessed

im going to ask you to speed up the dile

but slow down the moment

for one small while

im wonderin' bout the plains made by the creators

sitting in your car with glare on aviators

im guna go nuts 

but first

im making sure were on the right way____

Cause in the plain sight

with the headbeams I share

with rain with the lights

the sight looks so rare

and i can't wait for you to see what im talking bout

cause its hard for to notice your smiles and pouts

im wonderin' bout the plains made by the creators

sitting in your car with glare on aviators

im guna go nuts 

but first

im making sure were on the right way_____

 

it's not whether were guna crash this tin can

cause no matter where we go babey, hey, ill be your man

oh

were short on the gas

but not on the fluid that moves us 

no

the cars guna die

so get some money, for the bus

we only young but we feel so dam old

were only hittin 20 but your seats still stay cold

and we can stay in the back seat

untill the morning comes by___

yeah babe

The keys can only come out when its time to say good bye____

ohhh yeah

im wonderin' bout the plains made by the creators

sitting in your car with glare on aviators

my seats my own and I sit in it with pride

untill i see you again

and we go for our ride.

mikeWORDS

tuneAGAINSTME!

Watch my watchwoman

how do I know things will get better?

how do I know that pure form of desensitizing behavior as it gets more and more ripped apart like you never knew anything before?

how can I learn more about her in one single tear and at the same-time want to learn even more with every cup of steam bellowing from her ears.

how can I understand why the future feels in-front of me more than it ever has?

how can I see little snapshots and small significant flashes of the future like a superhero's God given power?

how can I know that everything is as good as I let it be known?

How can I not go insane with this amount of human liberation overflowing by the flesh coloured bucket loads?

How can I know that I love her?

I think it's because I do...

all things in turn will get done,

and forever,

I do.

FightersOasisAgainst ME!

VirginFEST08

PUMPeD.

http://virginfestival.ca/toronto/

crowded consenants and vilinas vowels

not even half way through this trip and....

-Oi
you angry that i havent seen you in a while?
-come on dont give me that
im typing on a god forsaken european comptuer....that gotta count for somthing
wana stop being a kid and let me talk?
-...
thanks Sol

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guess this place is like any other place that doesn´t know my company
small in differences but grand on the central feeling.
the sparks of the western civilization are gone.
it doesn´t mean its not a good place there are plenty of english speaking tax dollars set aside for plane rides and boat tours to this small juncture.

tourism is a way of life in this play pen

i guess what im getting at is the internal story book that needs more and more chapters untill it get published. My pages have been set and some parts need translation for this bureau of food and alcohol but the context is been cut thin, like a fresh cut lamb on a new Sunday in Switzerland.

rather than rample on in my english blather with added doses of european folklore id rather just get to the point.

this place is like miricles.
everyone apreciates rather than fornicates
sips more than spills
and enjoys more than employs

they aren´t held heavy by their past because they are mom and dad,
they are older sisters and brothers

they are the united countries who know somthing more than the western civilization.

i havent truely found it out but with every smirk, tactic and nature of every single civilian is
but its alright
its what im getting at
they dont need to feel deeply
they don´t have to worry
and most impotantly they dont have to conform to the cancers that eat away at our western cultre and beliefs

they truely earned they spot on the world and no
narrow highway
cheep brew
or fresh bag of infant cheeckbones
can change how much i miss my home

this place is too addictive
and like most cravings i have to take it in small doses

ill vacation here again

ich liebe dich Deutschland
ich liebe dich Euro
but most importantly

Ich Liebe Dich Au Kanada

enjoy your dinner leafs
this kraut is going to bed

simple and short.

is was beatin rocks

and losing socks

on the turnaround of today

but it got me thinkin

my feet are sinkin

in yourroom made of clay

cause it's a time

i'll throw out rhymes,

on turnarounds of today

cause life's guna hold you 

like i do

and it's not getting away.

babe

Valentine's Suicide

what can us 21st century boys say?
with all the photoshop and booty genes getting thrown around with computer sex and "therapy to ones structure" whos to say whats hot anymore?

-Everyones vote?
-Experts
-Erections?

even the price of ones love has a carboned copied price tag on it, sold in much entertaining venues such as music movies and books.
people just aren't horney anymore because sex is so casual these days but still brought up to be frowned upon because of abortion and birth control.
the old days had it but it was a way of life, now its a way to fuck up ones life.
People are "pulling out" at an alarming rate and for what? 
too cheep to but condoms or and invesment for your girlfriend to regulate her body and both your sex lives?
now sex and love can be seen as two different things but if your putting a price on one there will be a price on the other eventually.
loves something so stupid when your a kid but you don't really care, amazing thing is that sex is exactly the same.

many look differently upon both but they eventually they clash in a storm of heart candies and wads,
and whether people like the topic or not it doesn't really matter because they'll understand it eventually.
Whether they live in another time frame where somthing sexy isn't it doesn't matter because it'll change in the next 5 months....
all i know is you should stick with your type because love is selfish and as long as both people in a relationship are equally selfish it tends to work out for the best, canceling each other out...

like all things it needs a balance.

plus too much love isn't what it used to be

it's changed to more of a lust,

and it can hurt after a while,

really hurt

complements to Dali

true deceiver in his paintings

.

Its a transition, a supple piece of enjoyment that only heightens, it spirals up and crashes at times

As long as your heart beats it's truth is solid and unchangeable.

It's a new time

A good time

A different time

A needed time

A time where things change at a drastic pace and it takes your brain to places that you thought were left in your nightmares.

That feeling coming back and it rips up your spine and twists your neck around to mess with you.

It's the trick of the brain

Like before you think you'll die

It's the goose-bumps you get no matter where you are

How you feel

or who your fucking.

It's a revelation whether your half asleep

It's a belief that changes once your regain consciousness...

It's that spark of time that you feel so ripped off for because you were out of it

done with your control

 just letting go of every sense God gave you.

It's a hello and a good-bye no matter how deep the severed connections cut

they happen

everything does

it can't be stopped

along with everything else that you can notice

 piece apart 

and write on your blog

or just keep in your head until you explode.

It's Life

It's only human

so why shouldn't you be too?

get ready young-ins cause its coming for you.

[insert band] can help if you want

but

It's your life

you listen to what you want

Italic Periods, who knew?

you can't always get what you want

It's amazing looking back at this year, sure i've been getting better with the lack of journals but it's nice returning to why I did them in the first place.... Winter slumps.

Now I'm done with winter and dunzo first year at college!

and who says I don't have to do these blogs anymore?

sure they help with tough times but they do something else,

They give me that central idea that I myself is a human being with problems and human disfunctions who I myself can help out.... and wouldn't have it any other way.

I mean I work through my thoughts and pry each word from my rusty old mind to give a sense...

a sense of what I am feeling right at this moment. Sure some last longer but there is nothing more liberating then seeing how far you've come over a course of a year.

I look at all the old people in my course upwards of 25 and they all seem like nothing is as good as it used to be. I'm ready to grow up but if these years are as good as everyone says they are, and they are, then I'm holding on.... making a reminder that I'm here and every part of me is along with it and I'm not gunna change for anyone.

I got something this year that really made me proud to be alive, a sense of a bigger world around me and the way I fit in it, It's a great place with admission but, heh, I get what I want....

whether that changes or not it doesn't really matter.

cause I got what I need.

 

oh man the tracks on "Wild Horses" now....

time for a listen

oh nothing compares to you

I'm not saying that addiction is a bad process 

It's a phase and we all need it to crutch by certain times.

Just don't let it change you as a person.

Let it be your go-to-guy, 

but not your come-as-you-are guy

two lions out of the den

man i need to try and convince her, i need to find some fucking tale

girls are just pathways, theres a bunch that are rocky and dirty...but one you get on a good one you dont wanna get off

the horizon of it just doesnt end

thats the most optimic thing i have ever heard about women

optimic?

optimistic

ah

well they're kinda cool somtimes

make you wonder

man my experiences with girls thus far in life have been shit for the most part

thats pessimistc

well man you just gotta wait

i dont liek to look at shit that way

cuz how many times have i been like hey M i found this awesome girl...

cuz trust me if their some good inside those indecisive tits

ill find it

pessimistic means negative

i was being positive

i know dude

u know what lifes too short to be negative

i want to have a good tim e100% of the time

thats idealistic

but i gota try

i dont say be either pessimis or optimistic im jsut saying dont trust anything you don't really know yet.

thats why you gotta be gentle

man

i cant dooo gentle

i know the beggining blows but it gets easier

yeah i know

no legit

then you gotta find somone like you

i cant do it

that fucking intense

the menonites last week were railing on me because i said theirs no one girl that could handle my intensity

i gota have two

or 3

well i know a few crazy ones but i think a really calm girl would be more to your liking

man last one was really calm

no two ones ago

she was so calm it made me calm

well then it works

i couldnt read her

at all

i know were too young to play with opposites and i know i cant be as free as i once was

but i let her date me and then i get out of my skin when im away from her

man are u stoned?

no im just logical

speaking from experiance

girls lie and really know how to be right

but you can't let em

not yet anyways...

ur being really deep

well man when i listen to Bob Dylan i get like it

is there somthign wrong with it? im studying psycology and filmmaking

no absolutly not

good combo for todays world bent on selfdiscovery and feelgoodary!

i am just saying its abnormal for u

ya dig?

 hey man i always act stupid, thats the other me

i jsut dont think it matters

i just chillout and not worry about thinkin to much

i mean when i need to i do

i think all the time

100% of the time

thats good, and thats your downfall

no

i dont care

i belive theres more to your soul as well as your mind

its the way i am

kind of a 50/50

well your soul is you too

well yeah

their indegrated man

y do u think i dont go swamping

i respect that fully

your soul is YOU while your mind is the driver through life, your soul is jsut trying to get to its destination

you gotta give a few things time, trips can be long

man if u wait for shit to happen life will pass you by]

i know

but if you push too hard then life shits on you

somedays your the pigeon and some days your the statue 

what matters is how much you give and take

SCORE it looks like this bitch wants to take me for a test drive

i get what u mean

i appreciate stuff right before i go to sleep

its the last thing we can apreciate before we restart ourselves in slumber

best things happen at night

sex, drugs and rockand roll

sure we can ignor the problems in addiction but hey, everyone has to forget shit......sleep isn't that much different

word

i know i know i talk to much but hey

man fuck dont even worry about it

youd be suprised how riviting some thing are when you jsut letem fly out of the old gum flapper

the power of expression and brotherhood don't play well

but they are needed....

so whats new in Mr. N's world?

man dont change the topic.....

Analyzing Reservoir Dogs

Directed and Written by Quentin Tarantino...

Many look at this man's array of films as the bad boy flicks, the cool-cat, jive-turkey, post old-school gangster films before the time where the genre became too hyped up. The kind of films Tarantino made back then in the late 80s and early 90s where ahead of their time in story and dialog, not so much visual effects and action but it defiantly gave gangster films more heart. He plays with suspense in this flick, I call it a flick because the film could be set on a theatrical stage and be done in less than an hour an a half. Now this doesn't necessarily mean that it's boring, its exactly the opposite. 

Its interesting and refreshing to watch someone direct a script with one grand scene not changing the pure nature of a master shot with no cuts. The camera is almost the seventh dog in the operation watching and following the characters when something important had to of been said. Now I could go over  Tarantino's technical aspect in his films which even stumps some of the best directors today, this indie filmmaker really changed things for the cheap productions with more of an organic feel to the story and characters. 

I looked over the script and the acting really keeps in touch with the lines written but what really caught me was the placement of the writing, it was in complete pace of the movie's scenes. Now I don't know if Quentin's classic stories, filled with out of order scenes, is how he writes or if he writes the whole thing then spaces it out later but I must note that it is effective. It makes us think of the characters and what their motivations are and how they may change from place to place but it makes us think, what have they gone through in the past scenes, what do they know? 

It really lets us dive deep into his characters and with a solid cast and many dialogged scenes its only natural for us to like every character no matter how nuts they are, and the characters are key for the audience to connect with the central style, feeling and theme. 

Now Tarantino can't help but be as bad-ass as his balls lets him but he doesn't cut it away too quickly, he builds and grabs us with the suspense. Direction is key but when you write the story you really have a vision that is ten times more effective than any big shot with money and an unlimited budget. Every time I get to witness this flick that made the man I always get caught up, the story grabs me and the themes don't present themselves right away but they let you think, just like most of his movies. 

I found the theme of brother-hood, it really presented itself along with Harvey Keitel's character “Mr. White” and Tom Roth's character “Mr. Orange.” They were stricken against any personal connection but they went farther, it humanized them and let them be the survivors in the end because of that bond. That unknowing force that saved each other but in turn changed to a chilling demise. That brotherhood may of shown itself with them all hanging out but it died in a way, when in a group most guys change they know how to tell ways in different ways, the balls were defiantly present. I guess its notable why some of the characters died early, they were boring, they didn't like the crowds, and didn't add much to the conversations. Michael Madsen's character “Mr. Blond” really showed a disconnection from the group, his character was more about jokes and getting work done his way with no teamwork, which is why I think he turned to a psychotic path in the film. 

I think that the name of the film was kinda random but, like most of his films, Tarantino wants you to think, I feel that all the characters were like Dogs stuck in a Reservoir. All they wanted was a piece of the bone but they barked and bitted to much making their meals blood-filled. All in all it's my favorite movie by him and he's doing well with the fame that it gave him, I just hope he holds close to the indie feel that this film was derived off of and will forever be his baby, that shed light on his visions.

"You gunna bark all day little doggie? 

Or are you gunna bite?"

-Mr. Blonde (Reservoir Dogs)

Johnny Sol

Well MJ looks like you've noticed me changing my name and adding a new blog to the list.

http://johnnysol.blogspot.com/

Its not a spur of the moment uplifter nor an action to make a difference or "shake it up" as they say.

Its more of an anti-formality to who I sometimes am, not exactly creating a new whole person just dividing up the qualities to two separate beings that live within me.

Now before anyone goes off their rocker thinkin my crazy I've always been like this, noting at the fact that I'm somebody one day and someone else the next. I'm not creating an array of characters, we are just introducing two big ones with equal amount of qualities to allow for substandard people in todays world. 

Whether Luttmann has to worry about the facts of life and whether he's sees himself differently or not he can always rely on Sols character to balance the heartache with the weekend warrior type of mind added in with the ability to just be.

Not sure who I am right now but I know it'll only change sooner.

Well see how it fares us. 

i'll do my doc proposal tomorrow night

i need to fuck around again, i miss it.

the unknowing comfort that something could be around the corner and whether I stumble run or not even run towards the other end is what i'll let my summer days explain....

can I be persecuted for wanting that one thing?

doesn't matter cause in a month i'll be there, i'll be going to the shows I didn't know existed, exploring the places I found one day and said I'd come back to, and seeing the people that deserve my company and at the same time deserving theirs.

This human can be a little anxious for this semester to end so I can say and do my free will as it was meant to be flown.

In my hands by my own home town.

I'm waiting for you Luttmann

- Johnny Sol

I'm Only Riding This Storm

Whether the palms are too sweaty and the knuckles wont let me

My fists will stand

Upon the broken limp arm attached to the beating young heart

That sketches freehand

Whether I'm not ready for new rains mixed with peoples complaints

I can wear my coat

And when the walls fall down upon damp planted new grounds

I won't let them float

I'll let them grow 

Then let them be

I'll teach them lessons

Blind or if they see

Cause I'm only one man and I got many of lives...I need to form.

Yeah I'm only riding this storm

______________________________________________________

When the days get numbered with places so awkward

We may shape our lands

And when we pitch to one another helping folks like they're brothers

We lose the commands

And when we sit back and stare at the plains so dam bare

We want our fun

So we get our drunken men to command  and say when

They say first get their Shit done

People stumble around

They take the crap

That the world inherits

Knell on your kneecaps

Cause our beliefs make them money so we can't let them...Make the norm.

Yeah I'm only riding this storm

______________________________________________________

Now she knows what she thinks and doesn't know what she wants

Buts she's used to it

And she'll open up her head and put the babys back to bed cause she's

Happy, Starlit

She found herself a guy who witty and spry and she

Made some disputes

But they found a way through times by ringing certain chimes and they

Had a white dress and black suit

Now she promised him

She had nothing to lose

But after this day

Their lives became fused

They made along with the formula of life...Thats pretty lukewarm.

Hey their riding this storm

______________________________________________________

This kid was a pure one and would stay immature one

For the rest of his days

But he got a little older more adventurous and bolder

Campfires ablaze

Now this guy so dam spry fought to the ground with black eyes

He's happy enough

But he saw bigger things with textbooks and football rings

So he got pretty tough

Now his path's gotten lost

Somewhere along the tracks

He left for the outside

Fits in a tattered knapsack

He needs a girl by his side to sleep in her neck everynight....Keep her warm.

Hey he's riding the storm

_______________________________________________________

Now the attenders walk insult and move

They want you to conform

Along their own paths like they got nothing to lose

They live in tightened swarms

They don't need boots on, go out barefoot so you may....Completely freeform.

Hey were all a part of this storm

______________________________________________________

ML

Hymn for the Hopped-up

Lets all go to Uncle Arthurs cottage for brunch
spend the whole day
and then end the night with a punch

Arthur Arthur

was a celtic young lad

with peach fuzz for a beard
underwear made of plaid

he stumbled and wept

for the brews that he kept

stuck inside his small gut

he gaged but kept his mouth shut

now Jamey Jamey

your getting older

no more quiet old nights

with dads dear old shoulder

you got a family of your own

and your gunna shit-it

when you find your a house a burning

and the vandals who lit it

for the times are tough

the streets are rough

and many have their dimes

to swap for dark ales

and upchucking pales

but these nights down in Dublin are the very best times

hear the cry so spry

their voices are torn

their pints warm in hand

the wifes with newborns

there dirty from the docks

they make no sense while they think it

they stick back their heads

whiplash then drink it

for the times are tough
the streets are rough
and many have their dimes
to swap for dark ales
and upchucking pales
but these nights down in Dublin are the very best times

now the twins are a sleepin

the wreckings all done

the wifes been a mess

and she won't lose that bun

in the oven that you know

you'll handle with care

you make her a lady

cause in the morning you won't be there

oh

for the times are tough

the streets are rough

and many have their dimes

to swap for dark ales

and upchucking pales

but these nights down in Dublin are the very best times

now the ships casting off now

into the pirates old stew

between soggy old rocks

and the sky a pale blue

the streets getting thinner

and it fading to black

but like all our adventures

we got Guinness on tap

for the times are tough

the streets are rough

and many have their dimes

to swap for dark ales

and upchucking pales

but these nights down in Dublin are the very best times.

ML

Received on Wednesday March 12th at 12:00

I'm writing to note upon something I've really noticed lately being away from all the people I really dig... The breakdown of communication and the unanswered questions with the people on the other end of the text box.

I'm all for the cute lame messages I can send to my girl and the stupid "yo" messages with my buds to get a point across but I just don't think that's how it should always be done, 

It just desensitizes my ability to pick up on people and their traits as they talk, think or just .... be.

Now I know its a new age with new ways of life but the old ways of living have kept us going so far pretty nicely so why not keep on to those actions and central morals that give the older generations of today something more behind their central spans?

I mean today we are in a huge spiraling span of creativism (not a word) and self expression but yet we destroy true art-forms with the use of computers and technology. 

We copy and paste everything we can get our hands on, photoshop out the true meanings of our work, contrast and brighten the pictures and videos we take to heart to give them something that we "think" they need. This has given our world a standard, I giant ladder to climb everytime we want something done, the drive to perfection.... which is a good goal but at the end of our rope as a human race how high can we go and not come back down to stop and sniff the roses so to speak..... Its like an alcoholic and his tolerance.

I just don't get the whole texting thing these days, I was a late bloomer with the whole cell phone scene and i've went through 5 of them. I get the need for it, regardless of the brain cancer or not, I just wish there were more alternative ways than souls messages that could easily be written by anyone.

 I mean if I really wanted to write something to someone with real intent to speak I'd have to send 10 texts at a time and my certain cellphone plan doesn't allow for that ..... I don't need a texting plan.

Now I'm not saying that I won't text people back I'm just noting upon the paradox of getting your point across through something that could easily be said on phone, I don't care if you have to organize your thoughts I really dig some people for what they say and who they really are with their flaws and lively voices that just go without central distraction or thought.

Thats why phone calls are more personal for that unplanned conversation where you really feel wholesome after talking to someone, and I get the world these days, always moving, but I just don't like the unconscious thoughts that come with a text. I mean what If i forget to respond or don't respond correctly cause I forgot about the last text? People shouldn't have to worry about whats really being said in a text because all it is is getting your point across and takes the pleasant out of pleasantries. 

Now I'm always guna respond to the robotic nature of texting but I also will give a call whether you pick up or not. Same with sketching and writing, regardless whether most of it is online, im not gunna shorten it for you to get what I'm saying in three lines or less. People need to work harder with their connectivity to the inside world of a human mind, let yourself in and always keep the door open.

-Life's to short but It goes as fast as you let it, the roses just need to be sniffed sometimes.

I am an Individual, and I will prevail.

Our Global TV guest speaker really wanted me to get into the whole Camera Op-on-location man, getting every shot I can.

But lately I've been craving the whole snow and skateboard lifestyle and though I suck at both of them I know I'm capable of creating some of the great projects that they film, excuse my bro'ish tongue but its pretty sick

I'll take care of yeah babe

its too close to sunrise 

the curtains have to be shut

we're only a little bit sweaty

from only God knows what

her eyes begin to adjust

they squint and then they stir

they only do what they do best

and I'm winking back at her

it's been three long nights

and you've made them last

when I see those headlights

on snowy grounds cast

I know it'll get better

I know it's slowing down

it goes to fast when your far away

that's why I come back to this town

I'll be there for lifts or taxi rides home

Enjoying every tune on the playlists where we roam

We'll always have basements with dim lights a flashed

Put you to bed if your tired or if your too trashed

I'm here for you Jbird and it's something I crave

I'm not gunna leave you, I'll take care of yeah babe.

When it's getting more insane

It's getting Sublime

I'll turn on their music

let it help pass the time

poke bicker or discuss

the places we'll go

the things we will nurture

create and let grow

cause there's shit in this life that's not gunna get clearer

but it'll sound better as long as I hear her

I'll be there for lifts or taxi rides home

Enjoying every tune on the playlists where we roam

We'll always have basements with dim lights a flashed

Put you to bed if your tired or if your too trashed

I'm here for you Jbird and I forgot to shave

I'll do it when we wake up, I'll take care of yeah babe.

Now I'm headin' back 

to the frivolous grind

with salty grey streets  

and grey eyes on my mind

but like the circles made of orange

that inherit your stare

I'm finding that friday

and i'll meet chea' there

I'll be there for lifts or taxi rides home

Enjoying every tune on the playlists where we roam

We'll always have basements with dim lights a flashed

Put you to bed if your tired or if your too trashed

I'm here for you Jbird just try to be brave

I'm here now forever, I'll take care of yeah babe.

ML

thanks G

well good buddy its been a while, no i'm not overly ripped out of my skull with drugs or shoved inside out with booze....unlike most writers I am completely and undoubtedly sober

....well i had a bit of a joint but thats ok

Guess with the break so far I can easily take things under my own time, no one else's...let me just be there and see the people I grew up with again. let myself back into that zone that doesn't sketch me out.

I'm a town boy and livin in the big TO may trip me out a bit but one thing I have to realize is that its only one more place on this forsaken rock and I shouldn't be afraid of it. I shouldn't treat anyone in the city any differently from the people in Guelph....it's just a place with more lights and sounds, I'm only gunna get used to it.

I'll always have this feeling, it keeps me going knowing that I'll be working to keep it this way, it's all I deserve.

hah ... Brett Michaels is the shit.

a night on the rock

lifes kinda like my last three posts i guess.

problem
working through it
sudden realization

guess this post is a remark to how much you can make a problem but in the beggining there is no easy formula to solve it. Sure you could go through the steps of remorse denial acceptance ect. but everyone is different in that sense and all need different amounts of time to deal with that kinda shit.

some are dumb enough to make a problem then analyze the hell out of it to better understand how to avoid it. Some things never change. One thing thats easy to observe is how good i got it going....

The details are endless but I don't need to say them.
The bills are getting tight but ill find time to pay them.
The stones are getting heavier but theres no use to weigh them.
Cause once I find my lake theres only one way to lay them
straight and narrow
but not too far ahead to where I can see the other end
That makes it interesting

Goodnight blog...you should get some rest now I'm gunna continue to work on my Production Binder. Take a few days off ill see yeah later...I'll probably be on shrooms or something but at least you'll get something interesting,

...none of these stupid deep posts about life for a while old buddy.

later

A. POWELL DAVIES:

Life is just a chance to grow a soul

buck up lutty

it's not a time where i can let it be no more

i'm done with the jazz

and easy going music scores

cause i gotta focus now and make myself know

that its worth it forever

no matter how fast or how slow

i'll keep this brain until the place closes

whether I'm high and dry

wanting to sniff all those roses

I'll change here and there

and I know its a phase 

to do all your school work

and then make your eyes glaze

but itll be good when I find that shit out

in this world so dam new

i'm more than a drunken kraut

who thinks its easy to quit Chew

but at the end of my plate

its the same old shit

give me all you got world

cuz i'm not ready to quit

only how i feel right now

sex drugs and rockn' roll

no wonder all those rockstars are fucked.

it's all overrated but that doesnt mean it's not fun....its just

short lived

i dont want it to be like that and lately thats what its becoming

at least this week will be long and sober.

fucking production binders

but im bitchin again and i need more coffee.

then i can relax next week.

with people I love, drugs that can numb again and beer...maby

i wanna make shit last.

lifes to short

more powder to last the hour

I was listening to "fucking in the bushes" by Oasis, great tune but the bus was so slow and I wasn't diggin the bad vibrations, but out in the distance rapidly advancing were these stars, they all hung out and chilled around this central spot, making a square almost...like fully lit dots running down from top to bottom.

The chorus kicked in with massive sound and I saw the clarity, that fucking clarity!

that Mountain that i knew so well and lost touch with. I loved that moment and I kept it all weekend.

this past weekend was, sorry my broish toung....STELLAR

Campus Tours at the U of G are sick, got me and four of my good buddies a great stay at Blue Mountain.

Now I can go into all the details I want but they are times that i can only share wiht my buds and myself. I guess this blog is to keep you guys guessin, so that you'll go and check it out yourselves.

I found my Former Clarity thanks to that weekend and I think everybody should try it out. 

carve a hill... make its day

and i heard somthing...

and i saw out the window a dreary white glow

it gave me a feeling

i'd never find out

i'd never really know

it was the presence of something that wasn't there

something that could have given me any image 

through my window-sill

but it decided on a plain view of white

it was laughing at me

at my confused look.

i didn't know what to do or say

i just blankly looked throw the glass

i kept it close when the frost melted off the morning due

and the sun took the place of the white

it was friends with some orange

and i didn't blink once

when everything came to view

the seasons changed

and my past was winking when the night came back

and the moon sung me to sleep

God does exist

only an artist could give you something like that

it's what you make.

the future doesn't really exist in our definition.

it comes and goes

but the process of that is the present and past

by the time the future truly exists

it's already the present

then it goes on forever in the past

fate doesn't exist

it only lies in the future

which doesn't exist

you can plan

but leave it to God

don't rely on fate

and i'll meet you there

think i wrote this for you bob dylan

for times that we shared

though we may never of met

we always knew there'd

be times that are a rough

and times that compare

to times that are changing

and i'll meet you there

(harmonica)

but upon the old crossroads 

wherewe see pinnacle stares

we all fall in love

with girls with blond hair

for for all of the guilty

who liketo stop and they stare

they're gunna be jealous

and i'll meet you there

(harmonica)

We got the mabeys

and sortas

and schemes

that once made us wonder

that once made us dream

of dismal dead dead posseys

and rodeys that swear

there all a big part of us

and i'll meet you there

(harmonica)

since birthed up

and brought up

and taught of the ways

we learn about life

and its silly dumb ways

we learn how to learn

and we gain how to teach

but boy don't you dare find it in your heart just to preach

but if something is true

and it makes you scared

just give it some time

and i'll meet you there

(harmonica)

there gunna get tough now

with time so passe

new people, old people

all made from clay

for the passing of elders

and people we love

we cherish the times

that we'll share all above

in the sky with many losers

who alldeserve a prayer

cause luck doesn't make you

and i'll meet you there

(harmonica)

the times are a done know

slower 

downbeat

you want to go back again

but there's noway to cheat

yourself out of the truth

through riddles and jokes

about syndicate people

and dumb fucking blokes

they all can create you

or let yourself down

they all can remind you

and won't let you drown

in the feeling of lonelyness

whether its fare

it's only life

and i'll meet you there

(last harmonica)

 

they don't make weekends like that anymore

whether its the chillin' with the donut dipppin'

Sugar runs to Big Bear

playing with each others cells

or mouths full of your new hair

whether we walk so tired from place to place

whether im documenting your shy face

whether it be the jello that ales yeah

whether we play with our cells

and other pocket paraphernalia  

the sniffs

the shower gel

the yagerbombs

or your potent smell

we rocked it great this past last week

ill miss you on the next one

i've got a feeling of sublime

but 7 different occasions... and three check marks

can make up for lost time

WARNING, BODY-WASH SLIPPERY WHEN WET!

on the seventh day

I rested....with the little lady I love

the tender dirty rotten kiss

I guess after 4 days of nothing but drinkin' every night you really seem to find your connection with Alcohol.  Don't worry about me I got one more night to go then I can relax...

Guess it really seems like love at first sight when your drunk, everything just fits and works... Beers may be the guys main antidote but it takes the form of a lady.... they do things that you can't understand.

Betty Ready

and many thanks to Heineken, Guinness, Carlsberg and Holsten Festbock....

you've made these past few days interesting

Betty Ready ... the girl you wanna drink

Hey there dirty rotten Queen
your nights been tough
long and obscene
but you'll make it
your tough

some dames have had enough

I see you every random night
where the pidgions sleep on buildings
and the streets turn on their lights,
Sittin down at Trappers alley
glancing at every Frank, Mitch or Salley
moving on 
and boozin on
down the musky roads to your next fix

but when I get a second glance 
across the room
I see some life in your eyes
sleep won't come soon,
cuz you stay out all night
your eyelids don't fall
the beers all run out
and its past last call

Hey there Queeny
Your a meanie
wearing your flip flops
your toes so dam teenie
keeping close to your heart 
is your very own flask
I wanna know whats in your mind
but I'm not ready to ask

Mabey when you get older 
Mabey I'll stick around
show you all the wasted cigs
at your table I always found,
some still lit
but you don't give a shit
cause after a few your already homeward bound

Every night when you stop to think
I contemplate to buy you a drink
but your not up for charities
getting to know you would be the grandest of rarities,
and after a few years
and before all the new beers
I thought I'd see you
and your blank stare change a bit,
but the booze is still drunk
and the cigarettes always seem to be lit

Hey there Queeny
Your a meanie
wearing your flip flops
your toes so dam teenie
keeping close to your heart 
is your very own flask
I wanna know whats in your mind
but all i've ever done
is ask...

One last time I took you home
I remember that night
first hazy and alone
but exchanging words became ten times harder than glances
you get it done quick, no time for romances

I awake to your subtle breath
smell the gin on your tongue
your small quaint breast
so pure and so young

bending over the bed and holding the rye
turn around to your glance
you squint and spy
it's refreshing and new
illegal... who knew?
I'd take you away to parts you'd deserve
cause your looks like an addiction
thats impossible to curve.

co Mike Luttmann

Cloverfield

It's funny how i've written with a sense of diversity all around this blog of mine and i've never really taken a chance to apply my skills. I'm a film student at Humber college in Toronto so naturally i gotta use some of my skills to rate some movies.

My first review so hopefully it flies well...

CLOVERFIELD

(spoilers so make sure you've watched the movie already)

I'll start with the writer since all of them are being kinda bitchy these days

Writer:  Drew Goddard

Director: Matt Reeves

Producer: JJ Abrams

Imagine your the classic Manhatten up-scale kid, you got a good start and you have a  good education and everything is pretty much fun and dandy and a lot of booze is consumed, then all of the sudden this "thing" comes after you and your mission changes from doing yagerbombs to dropping real bombs upon this creature and don't forget to save the girl!

What I really enjoyed about Cloverfield was the realism, sure it's obviously all fake but people who go to movies with that kind of attitude can all just work in taxes or insurance or something. The camcorder first person viewfinder movie is a phenomenal idea and whether JJ had any idea in the testing of the movie or not it still defiantly makes a difference. It really brings you into the film, keeps you on the edge of your seat, and may make you sick at times so don't sit too close unless you wana get scared/motion sick. 

I thought it was funny how the camera and sound were so perfect considering all that Hud, best character in the movie,  was holding was some expensive camcorder that can survive helicopter crashes and mini-spider attacks. 

That lens was pretty clean by the end of the movie considering all the shit it went through, and as far as the sound goes? Amazing really captured the ambiance of a broken city and how it was inclosed in fear and chaos. 

It just really seemed like 5 guys with boom mics were following our heros the whole time too. But regardless of the sound it still looked sick, all the focusing and out of focusing really worked as far as realism, the monster never revealed itself until the end and even then it was kinda hard to see, the movie defiantly left you wanting more than just a lizard/ape with six arms and a face like a frog with teeth. (my girlfriend said it looked kinda cute)

Aside from the very good acting and realistic drama they had at the beginning i really liked the progressing terror and action, the subway scene is intense! I mean after a few minutes of understanding the characters and their motives you just wanna see people get attacked by bug-things with the night vision mode one. That had to of been JJ's idea the man is a genius. 

Aside from some of the story disputes; helicopter crash, stomach explosion and splash in the ocean in the last scene I really thought this movie was well done for its short run time.

You wanna know why this movie is such a sucess? JJ fucking Abrams! the man not only caught us with the trailer when we were most vulnerable (the transformers movie debute) but he gave nothing away! He went out of his way to make sure everyone in production kept their mouth shut, how? by telling them is was another type of movie. The man never gave in with his trailers...kept us wanting more so we had to by that ticket on opening night which i might say was really sweaty and loud. 

The boxoffice is already exploding with 50 million in sales in the first fucking week! now could JJ just be a huge dick and take his money and run? NO

The guy has so much more put into this film, just look around the web for the backstory its better told by them, just look up cloverfield, and slusho and you'll eventually find it. It's just a very intriguing backstory, the part that got me is when they revealed that the thing that attacked Manhatten was a confused babey......A FREAKIN BABEY!

all i know is when the sequel comes out watch the fuck out for a pissed off mother!

and a rich ass JJ!

In turn Cloverfield is, in itself, is a giant action film shrouded in mystery and stories that you have to work for to understand which I think how the film industry should work. The depictions are amazing and the clues JJ leaves are amazing, expect a few new breakthroughs in filmmaking in the next few years kids, and hold on for the shaky ride.  

I  think they called is "Cloverfield" because in a field of Clovers there's only a single 4-leafed one, just like in a city of people there's only one monster alone and confused

.... but apparently their Production office is on Cloverfield Road so that kinda ruins it.

8 outa ten people!

 

carbon atoms are unique, and what they make? isn't.

I don't really like having myself force myself to write in this sucker but I do it anyway, it levels me sometimes when I'm feelin' uneasy. 

Mabey it's from wearing flipflops in -10 degree weather but i'm a little sick to my stomach, and I know its from all this crap in my head, not any of the bodily functions...i haven't been sick since 2006

I'm in college so naturally like everyone else i can't resist the rebellious nature I have, but I want it to be known that this is me, it'll always be me. I'll be bold with my statements because they are true and I won't be like you because there's no soul in being a carbon-copy.

 

Mabey that's all I need, a refill on the soul; i've started on the bible my grandmother gave me for christmas, pretty good stories in here. My religion is a reflection of myself in some ways, you may not belive in it and it MAY not even be true but because of what effect it does on me and the world...it really doesn't matter.

Jesus was a good guy and whether he seems Carbon copied from otehr religions or not, just think of the way the world works... in groups.

If one man can get a bunch of people to act as he does and they are all righteous, is that so bad?

I know I can't make my mark like he did but at least I'm true to myself and the people i'll help out.

I'll be selfish somtimes with my actions but I'm only human, I eventually make up for it in the end.

guess people should just peer into shit a bit everyday, but like all those people im gunna shut-up after im done it.

I got some living to do

goodnight toronto

The party's over
A cd's skipping
It's the same hook repeating
Grows more grating with each passing second...

And the walls contain a resonation, laughter, and conversation.
It was fun while it lasted, but now we should be going.
And I hope everybody had real, real good time
The hospitality's partaken, my head is flying my heart's racing to keep up. 
And I hope I haven't overdone it nooo... 
I hope my body can take it. I hope I make the occasion.
It's only this fucked up I start realizing 
All this living is just dying 
And if these are my friends, if this is my home,
If this is how Ii spend my nights, how I communicate, and demonstrate a love of life. 
My eyes roll into the back of my head, if these are the last words that I ever said
No I'm not ready to die just yet.

by against me!

9 to five and we're only alive

we're broken down

on these future tracks

I said were going one way

we ain't coming back

but we're on our way to find ourselves

we'll breath all that air

and read all those books

that collect dust on our shelves

she said shed marry me when I asker

she'd take care of me

organized multitasker

nothing bad does she lack

and they're pretty good qualities

in the sa sa sa sa saaaack!

oh were only too young to buy out our subtleties

I told her to take my hand

and don't you let go. please

we'll spend those nights with massive headaches

give you those butterflies and feel your whole body shake

wake up for our 9 to fives

and work the day away knowing we are in our lives

buh ba buhdadada...ehhh...do eh do!

and when my buds are always a yellin'

just hold on to these words that I am a tellin'

I'm loud and sometimes a massive jerk

ill hold on to those jokes

and remember every passive smirk

about summertime, and hanging with all the blokes

and

morning pitchers with you

with lake water on tap

to the cites where we'll live

so hold onto the map

so one day i'll find you 

and i'll always remind you...

11:11  is in another five

so make your wish and we'll still share our lives.

buh ba buhdadada...ehhh...do eh do!

downtown in the T dot

I fully support this classy place along with all irish pubs around the GTA

these legs were made for stomping

Anticipation has a gaze,

though it may seem wrong, 

to try and completely ignore it 

like you'll wait so dam long  

but hold onto that wait 

don't forget those plans

keep marking up the slate 

twiddle your thumbs in your hands  

it'll come if you let it 

don't time it 

don't sweat it  

spend time in action 

whether it be yours 

or someone's satisfaction 

cuz 

times a deadly dirty sis 

that will grant you wishes 

and everything bliss  

you may not even want to look back

cuz times always change 

eventually you'll pick up the slack

cuz its yours and you own it

can't trade it

can't loan it

in the end of it

you'll go to New Zealand, Alberta or Home

cause these legs were made for stomping

on the planet where they roam

sleep helps

in and out of the ruts are confusing at times. 

But like everything that causes you torment, at the end of it, you never feel so alive.

The human mind is a great thing cause it's so dam unpredictable.      never boring.

well I'm back now and never felt so good.

show me what you got 

guelph

toronto

world.

less thought, more peeot

the mind was meant to be stimulated, thats why we work so hard for a job that'll make us happy, so our mind will always be stimulated and make money that will stimulate our peace of mind which will later on be spent on more stimulations.
If you look at it through a biological sense all that stimulations in the brain could create enough electricity to power a small city.
I just know too many people these days that worry and let there mind melt with over thinking, they need to stimulate their mind with something that makes them happy, before they burn the bridges and ice the lakes. Nothing is ever truly meant or implied unless it's completely understood and theres solid proof. Everything we say we may never mean in a few weeks, but that where we can avoid that shit conversations, stimulate your mind with somthing else, take that time away and use it.
You owe it to yourself and the person your fighting with.

and if that doesn't work?
people should either work on The Hills or just suck it up, life's too dam short.

a message from your friendly neighborhood sketch

Coffee and Cigarettes.

I think the best kind of promotions are the ones you hear of from a friend. Not a loud catchy title or anything, not even that colorful, some of the best things can be in black and white...

 

Check out this flick "Coffee and Cigarettes."  It's a series of vignettes with famous people who may not seem that famous, which makes sense because all their roles in this film are... unimportant. It's almost against what being famous is, a very mundane, black and white dirty feel to it and almost has nothing to do with a central plot or story... yet it's so... cool. It's just simple dialogue that can make you laugh, think or feel awkward. It seems very simple, but for scenes with two main actors and nothing being done but talking? It can be very effective in its own unimportant way.  Jim Jarmusch Wrote and Directed each little snippet all revolving around one central similarity, coffee and cigarettes. 

I got a good sense about how bad they are for you and at the same time, what they are meant for.

I suggest the one with Bill Murray and the WooTang Clan

check it out on YouTube...

"Bill Groundhog-Day, Ghostbustin'-ass Murray!"