Tuesday, March 23, 2010

nice things

..and it was a perfect song to complete an awesome dream.
nicest thing by kate nash.
listen..

All I know is that you're so nice
You're the nicest thing I've seen
I wish that we could give it a go
See if we could be something

I wish I was your favourite girl
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world
I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile
I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style

I wish you couldn't figure me out
But you always wanna know what I was about
I wish you'd hold my hand
When I was upset
I wish you'd never forget
The look on my face when we first met

I wish you had a favourite beauty spot
That you loved secretly
'Cause it was on a hidden bit
That nobody else could see
Basically, I wish that you loved me
I wish that you needed me
I wish that you knew when I said two sugars,
Actually I meant three

I wish that without me your heart would break
I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake
I wish that without me you couldn't eat
I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep

Look, all I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen
And I wish that we could see if we could be something
Yeah I wish that we could see if we could be something

Monday, March 22, 2010

retrospec











for a super person like you,
mega transformer.













in other blogs, check my friend Makie Bayne, Swank.

cloudy

the way the rain dances across windows and catches the light, as if their own little worlds are waking up too breakfast, an appetite for life. they've caught me watching, the sun comes in for the kill. sucking them up through an invisible straw, the sun is surrounded by satisfaction, a halo of clouds.

on and on


i feel the want to share with you something i've longed to keep unknown. i'll tell you my secrets with no expectancy of you. i would like to make a dash with you in hand. we could make this place ignite. i wouldn't mind sharing tales, old and made up, with you. i think you'd listen. i don't think i'd shutup. perhaps, you could pretend to sleep?

wonderland















Mad as a Hatter Polish by OPI.

kick`n



















we should just kick it, wild thing.

tik tok















give up the stop and go.
what in the world are you waiting for.
standing there, take the leap.
taking risks and dropping speech.
words begin to fall, timelessly.
time beings to crumble, effortlessly.
effort is thrown out the window, naturally.
your smile curves clouds.
your smile bends rays of sun.
with all the time in the world, do something.
as if no one is watching, dance out loud.
don't hold back.
the time is now.

2nds, 3rds, and 4ths

rah rah















RAH RAH. i got my ticket!

open your eyes



















you must go check out, Michael Zavros.
go on, get.

that mean kid, Violet Beauregarde



"I want the world. I want the whole world. I want to lock it all up in my pocket. It's my bar of chocolate. Give it to me now."

by the dozens














the popping lavender.
the sea monster green.
the plaid.
the leather.
the sunglasses,
and yet it was cloudy.
my teeth.
that taste, metal?
ultimately lifelike dream.

eco not so friendly

i told you about the scraps?
the little bits and tickets i like to keep.
like little treasures.
remember?
recollection of thoughts and feelings and moments
that truly did happen, and you were there.
you experienced it.
tangible little moments.
paper based memoirs.
a littered scrap book so to say.
an environmentalists' nightmare
but entirely my delight.
you can go as environmentally friendly as you'd like but, please don't take away my glossy fashion magazines, or his national geographics.

V3













buckle up, are you ready?

Sunday, March 21, 2010

nylon

you have to

tie em up


























one foot in front of the other.
smiles forward.
ideas brewing.
go off and prosper.

ironic mess


"Haha. And there's pen ink all over the right side of my right hand, I should really stop dragging my hand on my writing. But I like how it smears on my skin and I kind of wear it there sometimes I don't like to wash it off right away. As if wearing my thoughts on my "sleeve" is ironic."

leather glory


hung up his leather, but he ain't done. got those people quaking in their skates because he ain't done. took the leather off the rack, slipped it right on. smooth like a cool coke yet he wants more. still unsatisfied, he's got his leather on. all plans, all mind - focus strong. no flip, no banter all head on. got his leather on and he's dancing with pockets full of dreams and a wonderful demeanour. always on top no time to stray, focus on the bill on passion on change. sun started to blaze, leather on the rack. nonstop commotion, no holding back. sun starts to dissipate but he's still shining, leather off the rack and he's still on fire. sirens ago, current accomplishments in a row, no stopping now he's on the go. one after one nothings ever done. "sky's the limit." keep going son.