So Happy I could Die

Jack Kerouac

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!

You ought to be proud that I am getting good marks

I don't regret ever meeting you, but currently wish you would leave me alone. I would love to have cordial conversations with you one day or for you to be a positive person in my life, but I think we both can admit for now this is beyond your capacity. I am sick of extending my hand in friendship and repeatedly getting burned. To stumble in my life when it is convenient for you, despite not being there at all for months and months does not constitute as a friendship. For me personally it feels like masochism. It has taken some time, but I realized I have neither the time or patience to deal with you and your issues. I have enough of my own. The aimless girl who adored you is dead. In her place is me. Someone who can be impossible to deal with, but always tells the truth and reserves the right to end my relationships however I see fit.

The Building Fronts are just Fronts

I went shooting with Karl a couple of weeks ago and took these, hence the last photo of the hip kid giving me the thumbs up. It was in the midst of some very minor snow, but some fucking intense cold. We were down in the The Flats, which in my humble opinion has to be one the most interesting parts of the city. An area I keep finding myself drawn to over and over again. By the grace of god I made the dean's list last semester and actually am considering applying for some fellowships to finance grad school, which I never thought I would be going to but given the economy is an increasingly attractive option. On the other hand, I feel like grad school is another avenue that postpones adulthood and am currently hating the shit out of my classes especially art. All that is for certain is this weekend I will be drinking and shooting like a motherfucker to make up for lost time.

Charlie Parker

If you don't live it, it won't come out your horn.

Stagnancy makes me drown and I really want to live

I sometimes feel too fucking fragile for life. I don't know why I have these periods where I feel like a failure as an artist and want to just quit my life and start somewhere else new. More and more I flirt with the possibility of catching a bus that will take me away from everyone and everything I know. The grass is always greener they say, but the grass in Cleveland is brown and sinking under my feet.

Nothing ever happened

I was born in the desert

I been down for years

Jesus, come closer
I think my time is near

And I've traveled over

Dry earth and floods

Hell and high water

To bring you my love

I've laid with the devil

Cursed god above
Forsaken heaven

To bring you my love

I know he's gonna be here

He know he's gonna be here