Duped

I'm losing sleep
You're being discrete
What are you trying to hide?
I just want the truth, can't you abide?

Why is it you're duping me?
Can't we talk comfortably?
I see you differently now
Mostly because you've broken a vow

From friend to foe
you're just a straight up hoe

Cheap.

Lately, I haven't been able to develop any posts out of my own thoughts, so I figured I could share some things from others who have done what I couldn't. Luckily, I feel that their work serves as a muse to me. Hopefully you'll feel the same!

personal literature

I found this article in the new Adbusters Magazine by a fella by the name of Cliff Webber.

Writing is the most beautiful creature I have ever met. She has long legs and full, sultry lips that purse most delicately when mouthing the letter "Q." She pulls me toward her mercilessly. she kisses my neck and my chin and my lips and as soon as she slides her tongue into my ear I forfeit all control. She is an incurable disease in an incurable world. I'm not sure when she first sauntered my way, but she made it very clear it was anything but a one-night stand. I wanted to see her again the moment she left. I wasn't sure why and I didn't care. Her perfume lingered for days and I remember sniffing my pillow every chance I got; slamming my nose so deep into the sheet I nearly popped out the other side. She was this wonderful new drug and before I knew it i was a junkie. there was no rhyme or reason to her visits, other than her uncanny ability to show up during most of my self-destruction. Sometimes I wouldn't see her for months and I would start to think I had driven her away ... but she always returned, and she always looked gorgeous. She hangs around more often these days, in fact, she's lying in my bed right now. Her hair hangs below her shoulders as her bangs cover her eyes. She blows them out of her way and pulls the sheet down, reveling her painfully perfect figure. My knees clatter as she steps towards me. How am I worthy? She runs her hands down my chest and I get a waft. Just before she sticks her tongue in my ear she whispers so gently "never stop writing." And then I come.

A Cinematic Genius

I forgot how much I loved Quintin Tarantino until I came across this video.



enjoy :)

I've been Around.

February 9th, 2009

Lately, I've been drawn to street environments and the way the sky looks behind it.

Given the hype of environmentalism, I've consciously noted to not take for granted the beauty of our surroundings.

Despite the growing metropolis of cities, the things that are here now are integrated into our lives, our experiences and our culture.

The pictures below are pictures I've taken of places as a documentation of present existence that many people, and myself cross everyday, and often take for granted.

Flashing lights of Westdale in King St. West on a foggy evening. February 12th, 2009

Not so warm sunny day nearby campus, February 16th, 2009

in the heart of a fast paced city, Toronto, ON. February 17th, 2009

Quite Possibly the Sweetest Thing

I stumbled upon this video today on youtube sung by one of my favorite acoustic artists, Bright Eyes.
The people in this video are not necessarily good looking --or say, typical "music video" beauties. Regardless, this is a heart warming video that really emotes Conor Oberst's (featured singer and songwriter of Bright Eyes) charming and wayward style.

Anyway, this is a video that I find worth sharing. So, enjoy!

Warped.

Last night I saw through my friends' soul
It was like their secrets began to unfold
like a circus show
Reality was unknown

Why are people uncomfortable in their own skin?
Don't they know the greatest people are from within?

Quit trying to impress me
Quit trying to please me
Quit trying to persuay me
Quit trying to use me

I see your insecurities
you words are not fooling me
your eyes tell a different story
Your pain is so deep it's making me worry

This is all getting too warped
i'm feeling all out of sorts

your laugh attempts to calm me
it's forced and you're uneasy

Quit trying to impress me
Quit trying to please me
Quit trying to persuay me
quit trying to use me

It's hard to find people who are safe
people's confidences are handicapped, it makes my heart ache