I have resurrected this infernal thing.

Angel

hold me
close to your chest
your eyes, so sad
skin so soft and
touch so sweet
in you, I see Him
grace is your friend, understanding your lover
wingless Angel, where are your horns?

Vector Art by Jimiyo: http://www.facebook.com/jimiyoart

how much is that doggy in the window?

when i was a kid, i remember being places where you could buy a pet; whether it was shelters or pet stores i don't remember. what i do remember though, is that i often watched the people in those little rooms, playing with their prospective new room mates. some would pay me no mind, others would glance up at me with a look on their faces, as if they were disgusted or creeped out by this boy watching them. seeing these people, it always made me smile, but i think also it made me sad. looking back i wonder, what were they looking for there, in that clear walled room? love, companionship, a friend who would always be there for them without question? those people made me sad and i wonder now: did any of them get what they wanted, or was it something completely different that they never thought they needed at all?

got called in to work on Saturday, but Mom was already there and had our only car. new workers were called in to replace us and they were given what would have been uor hours the next day as well. no work means no money. i had plans for it-i was going to pay for my next installment on my youth trip and i was going to take a vacation with what was left and some other money i've been saving. now i'm not able to do either and i've realized why. i don't deserve it; i don't do anything productive or helpful so i haven't earned the right to try and feel happy again. didn't have my medicine for a week, so i'm more or less back to square one again. everytime i try, it gets harder. every day is a struggle, some days are better than others but it's bad when i'm alone.

do you ever just want to be alone with someone? truly alone with them, just silent and looking into one another-trying to put together words that you've said before to no avail?

i'm slipping today, i can feel it. here is a review i wrote for the new single from Panic! at the Disco. enjoy or disagree, either way why not voice that opinion?

A review of The Ballad of Mona Lisa

When I first heard that there was in fact a new single and forthcoming album from Nevada based rockers Panic! at the Disaco I was exstatic. I had enjoyed both of their previous albums and was intrested in seeing how they would fair as a duo since splitting up for 'creative differences'. Hurriedly i went to the youtube channel of FueledbyRamen and waited the seeming eternity that it took for the video to buffer. expecting gold, i was given tin. It appears to me that the panic has now begun to die down. gone is the experimentation that cemented Pretty. Odd as one of my favorites of the year as it has been replaced with the more generic, dancified tones of I Write Sins Not Tragedies. While the steampunk meets Clue premise of the video kept me watching, the song left me watching the clock. With any luck, Vices and Virtues will not leave this same sad look upon my face. Perhaps they have regressed in hopes of preserving the former fan base, but in doing so what are they really giving us as artists?

changed the layout from Dark to Bright. maybe it will help offset the Darkness inside. It's getting better, slowly i'm singing it to sleep. Will it all be worth it in the end?