pigsontheswing

Do we allow the play that is our life to unfold, guided by our transpersonal senses, or is the mind stuck in our individual reaction to one of the other players on the stage of life?

Hello, I'll press my lips to yours to explain sporadically use my tongue to reiterate in the form of an oxygen dream.


my eyes close from comfort in you

♥

my are eyes refusing to let go of the mentality that they are fucking sleepy.
take your time to trust in me.

I feel like going visiting this evening across the rooftops of North Carlton,while the suburb is asleep.


My friends live in renovators' dreams. it's as euphemistic as it seems

Siegfried! 11 hours of school today ; is not for the faint hearted. but we sure got a heckload of things done. We submitted our proposals and presented them today. We watched wicked intros from a dozen movies-mostly french cause they're just cool like that.
We had to shoot some footage for our one of our pieces that we're doing. I must say school is awesome for the birdseye view. That bridge connecting the two blocks provides excellent footage, not to mention killer stills. Finally got our hands on some HD camcorders, nothing beats the big ass canon ones we usually use tho. Tomorrow is such an extreme contrast of today, we only have classes for an hour and then its home sweet ass home. UNFORTUNATELY, the coming weeks will be filled with solo projects so i really do need all the free time i can lay my hands on. OH, lastly i kinda have to shoot something with actual acting, any takers?! haha..

i'm off to go read up on some material for tomorrow's class. lord give me the strength to complete all 60 pages (: godspeed you gimps.

sao-fing-sin.

The morning comes too quickly when i'm thinking "does she already know?"

In the back of my mind, well I fought my god
cause all of the hell that's in my time.

I'm just so fucking depressed, I just can't seem to get out this slump. If I could just get over this hump,but I need something to pull me out this dump. I took my bruises, took my lumps, fell down and I got right back up but I need that spark to get psyched back up,
in order for me to pick this shit back up. I don't know how or why or when, I ended up in this position I'm in. I'm startin' to feel distant again, so I decided just to pick this pen up to try to make an attempt to vent, but I just can't admit or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with this. I need a new outlet and I know some shits so hard to swallow, but I just can't sit back and wallow in my own sorrow, but I know one fact, I'll be one tough act to follow. Here today, gone tomorrow, but you'd have to walk a thousand miles just to see what its like to be me. I'll be you, let's trade shoes, just to see what it'd be like to feel your pain, you feel mine, go inside each others minds just to see, what we find, look at shit through each others eyes. Nobody asked for life to deal us with these bullshit hands we're dealt. We gotta take these cards ourselves, and flip them, don't expect any help. Now I could of either just sat on my ass, and pissed and moaned or take this situation in which I'm placed in, and get up and get my own. I was never the type of kid to wait by the door and pack his bags or sat on the porch and hoped and prayed for a dad to show up who never did.

sweeter than any wine and bitter as mustard greens
light and dark as honeydew and pumpernickel bread
the trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead!

when i look back on my ordinary life I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time.


it seems like another person lived that life a great many years ago from now.

newly elected class rep. booya!
so the first week of school's just come to a close. May i just say that the first week of school's the most annoying. having spent a minimum of 1.50 on bus fare tickets to and fro. Only coming to school for INTRODUCTION?! and classes that last an hour long when they're supposed to go on for another hour or so..

but i just know i'll be begging for this when the real thing happens. argghh. bite me!

 school at 10 to 6. wtfff. not what i signed up for. 

school's starting. whooptidoo -.-'' not realllyyyy looking forward to it. I mean, i'm not excited as i hoped i'd be. Having considered the start of school, i think its time to make some changes. Like towards the lifestyle. No more bumming unless i have good reason to. More never back down (haha. you'll see by next friday). uhh.. MORE good. Less slack. thats it mostly. summed it up in two lines, 4 words. OH and i wanna start playing my fiddle again. Its been awhile since i've touched that gorgeous piece of wood. a band? any takers?.. anyway. im off. Tomorrow is another day and another day is tomorrow. godspeed \m/ 

Say hello to goodbye \m/

We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection. We write, like Proust, to render all of it eternal, and to persuade ourselves that it is eternal. We write to be able to transcend our life, to reach beyond it. Ima be outta town for the weekend. Results hopefully when i get back, things might be looking up. I actually know what i want to do with my life. I have a career path. I'm moving with time, i'm done trying to stretch it out vice versa. There's more to life than i used to think, i find life in my pencils more often now. I feel free, scratching at the paper relieves my soul. It lightens my mood. I have never felt so angry towards something nor have i ever felt so happy. My life is just beginning. It begins with every etch. It begins with my friends.