December

Not sure where this will go. Not sure if today will be just as slow. I'm shifting from 4th gear into 1st to take a closer look, at the stop I'll "get some" and grab 5th as quick as I can. I don't know when, but I love you. I know that these days seem longer than most, but if I die with the one I love then all this riding around is meant to be. When necessary these tires get replaced and I pick up certain speed, but remember that this course eventually slows down again. This is our labyrinth, just enjoy the view along the way.

On the Rail (put it behind me now)

Sometimes your heart just gets ripped from your chest. You pour whiskey down your throat to ease the burn. The smell of a mildew bathroom creeps by as your bloody finger, from a spilt drink, runs down your hand and makes you laugh. You aught to be thinking about why your head and heart is stuck on repeat every single day, but you slowly poison your flow of consciousness with equal amounts of listening, bad music, and other adventurous beverages.

Beginning by ending, sinking while swimming. Plummeting by choice, surviving for others. Morning aches and pains, your age slowly sets in. Coffee multiplies for coping slowly. Repeat, Rewind, Renew, Repeat. No matter where you sit, no matter the state, the country, you can't escape yourself or your thoughts. Floundering with pink roses laying on the ground. Piles of cards on the bar, coasters stained with beer rings, and a wink from across the bar. Find comfort, here?

Panic never slithers it's way in, it stays at bay with the best. Friends filter through and take their designated seats. Politics are never discussed, but strangely religion is always on the table and always makes it's self known. More about that later.

Change, spare change, or maybe the physical one. Taking place from the ceiling to the floor is an inevitable flux of juxtapose with time at it's best and worst. Slowly, but remember to stay seated, join in with the masses. You are not a pawn in this place, rather, a character of consequence and meaning.
We grew up right down the road, by the river, and we really did grow up down there by the river.

Punctuating volumes and absolutely no poetic reasoning or justice. Just loud, obnoxious people, and filters of emotions. Shhhhh, time to get up, walk out, go home. Repeat, Rewind, Renew, Repeat.

Pink INK

Sometimes we have to be as tough as the Vikings. They knew the true meaning of Ashes to Ashes and Dust to Dust. Sometimes it's not about a final resting place when the body in question had a free spirit. You don't need a grave to visit just a moment to stop and start talking. The spirit in question will hear you, just speak.

Studio Spring Cleaning...

... Things I've found.

Ticket Stub
8/13/2010, Coheed & Cambria @ Hard Rock Hotel in Las Vegas

Idea Sheet
7 old/new ideas for photo shoots

Show Flyer
Funny Punk Venue here in Fort Wayne....I saved the flyer because they spelled out the accents and made good jokes.

Sticker
 A band sticker for  "The Most Beautiful Losers"

Stack of Paper
With old poems I wrote, soon to be logged into the correct journal!

Unopened Envelope
Written in pink ink a random thought.

4x6
Photos to be reframed

Envelope
From my Grandpa Ed. Keeping it because it has his handwriting on it. 

Fuck Up
My favorite post card ever.

Dropkick Murphys
VIP Photo All Access pass from Aug. 6th 2010, great photo shoot and great oportunity!

Ticket Stub
Jonny Lang, 6/4/2010 - worst show Ever. Total disapointment. I wore my first all white dress that night.

Random things we find. To keep or not to keep. Tells a story or doesn't need to tell a story. Adventures had and adventures made. Moments to let go but remember. Processing, pitching, holding on, releasing. Full circle nonesense.