mid-high rift.

and you know it don't matter,
cause you know i don't care,
what they talk about out there in the city,
and you know i could sit here,
without saying one word,
just losing myself to my mind.
if nothing seems to matter,
please don't be alarmed,
i'm just turning myself off for a bit,
and im leaving for now,
but ill find my way back somehow,
and then for you i will deal with all of it.
because youre the only person
who i really care
what they think about me anyway.

after all these years,
and the fact that we're still here,
brought together again,
over and over.
and we didn't even date,
you'd just come over my way,
from time to time.
and we'd be.
from crush turned to lover,
turned to friend, then to nothing,
we find ourselves back at the start.
and you're still the only person i could see growing old with,
and you're still the light of my night,
and you're still everything, in the whole world to me,
because you are the love of my life.
yes, you are the love of my life.


rough, but spur of the moment.

i should wake up earlier more often,
i'm pretty productive early in the day.

growth.

we were the best of friends,
through the better,
always stuck together,
through all the sunny weather.
and when the rain came down,
sometimes we'd shine,
through the sheltered area,
of my back porch.
and like a flower through the concrete,
in the middle of my black street,
we learned to grow into our own.
and not to be scared,
to say what we felt,
and to hold onto those who mattered,
and lose those that didn't.
so now we find ourselves,
leaving again,
and we're all without a plan.
but i know in my heart,
that we'll all stumble and crawl,
and then learn to run on our own.
but we'll always remember,
and come back in december,
to the place we all know as 'home'.

who, what, when, where, and why I'm here.

I've always wanted to be
a poetic genius.
writing the best lines,
you've never heard.
but you'll never hear,
because you'll never know.
appearence is everything
but what's on the inside is all that really counts.
its what's inside that counts.
tonight I want to see you're insides.
tonight you're all I want to see.

the best lines never leave the writers lips.
and honest lovers cease to exist.
the best kiss will never reach anothers lips.
and my body's far too weak to continue this.

he said
'that's a lovely dress you're wearing.
maybe you should take it off,
afterall,
i wouldn't want to get a pretty little thing like that dirty.
but you on the otherhand..
i'm going to make a mess with you.'

well now,
show time.

I just want to hear some rhythm.

springsteen at giant stadium tonight.
tailgating now.
my dad bought us tickets,
first time in awhile where its just me and him.
and not that I don't appreciate this time spent with him,
I wish we had more to talk about.
but Bruce has always been
a common ground for us.

I also find it really funny,
when 45+ year old dudes play beer pong,
and take it really seriously.

one day a week,
every once in awhile,
we find ourselves staring out,
in awe of the beauty,
that surrounds us daily.
from that little rocky look-out.
on the top of the mountain.
and we start our own little forest fires,
protected by paper-thin sheets,
that burn down in a line,
just like we want them to.
and we laugh and we ramble,
and throw our heads around,
to give our minds some air,
and we smash and we gamble,
and open up ourselves in ways,
that will remedy any dispair.
and on our off days,
we fashion ourselves,
in our business suits,
so the world will think that we're sane,
and we build up on our shelves,
with silver and gold,
so that the world will know our name.
well instead of fortune 500,
ill carve my name into this tree,
and after I'm dead,
well this trunk will be left,
and it'll always remember me.

weather.

perfect lazy sunday.
i love being able to sit out in the rain,
without having to get rained on.
especially during huge storms.
when the thunder cracks move the earth,
thats where i wanna be.
and that split second bolt,
that burns into the skyline.

these are the days that i'll miss.

purple.

house party.
phat tunes.
obliterated.
good start to a long night.

nothing allll day tomorrow.
living the dream.

summer daze.

so, the past few days adam & I have been recording non-stop.
the demo sounds ill.
I think anthony is laying down the drum tracks within the next few
days,
and once that's done,
ill be a very happy camper.

it seems like all these days and weeks
are just blending into one another.
I've lost all concept of time & date.
I wake up each morning,
go to work,
come home
and then relax until the night,
when we go out and cause a rukus for a few hours,
then I start the whole thing over.
those are my weekdays.
I don't know where they've all gone.
it seems like yesterday was the start of the summer,
and we didn't have a care in the world.
I guess its safe to say that its been a stressful summer,
so I'm not that sorry to see it blazing by,
but it seems like all the best things
are happening right as its ending,
and right before we all go back.

I'm heading over to conn. in a few days,
to meet with my boss & team.
red bull stuff,
I assume its brainstorming and stuff,
but the only thing Big J will say about it
is that 'details are coming'.
I hope he's got some surprise
and we're just having some big party.
that'd be ill.

back to work.