Milky Like The Sky.

My head is clouded like the milky sky. 

Magnetic birds making circles way up high. I am only laughing because I forgot how to cry. 

I'm on my tour. The more I learn the more I fear. The system is eating away all of our air. 

Carloads of zombies pouring out and piling in. Quick to fill their plates to the brim with sin. 

But high fructose corn syrup makes everything go down smooth. 

So drink up until there's nothing left to prove.

The eyes with four wings flutter to ensure it's going according to plan. 

There's no escaping this dying world that is unaware of its own sickness. 

Times are desperate for the antidote of the great alchemist.

Paint it Red.

A real house or a facade?

That's the real question. Floating down the highway, lost in the west. 

Dusty roads that lead to dead ends. Set up shop in an abandon town hoping to lure

in the ghosts. Because they don't need to eat or sleep either. So here I am existing among the lost

and the invisible. I have forgotten if I am alive or dead. 

I'll paint the town red.

Eaten by the Rust.

So sometimes I feel sorta like this car. My insides exposed-rusting and rusting. The engine doesn't work. Been stripped away by random visitors ever since I was abandoned here. But unlike this car I seem to continue operating, even without fuel. The more I feel like I won't go on the faster I seem to go. go. go.

The Cure.

Here we are. In the world. In the now. The so very corrupted, backwards now. We have all lost sight of what life was supposed to be. We have listened too much to that dark voice in the corner. We are far too along on our destruction path. I wonder if it is too late for preservation. I wonder if it is too late to purge our world of the darkness that has so engulfed it. I know there is still good. I know there is still hope. But is there enough? How can we save ourselves from the lake of blood and guilt? I fear I am already a resident. Can we abominate the sickness?

Photo from National Geographic.

Grey Goose Experiment.

I was feeling a little silly the other day at work and took these.

"All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better. "

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Lookin' Lonely.

Why do I have to be such a fool? We all deserve to be loved truly, deeply and madly for who we are. It's hard to feel deserving. It's hard to feel worth it. It's hard to trust. Why do I fear happiness? Why do  find comfort in pain? How will I accept myself? I do not want to run away over and over. I do not want to live in fear and devastation. 

Here is a song that I can relate to.....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3IfRX3NwbA

Let's Entwine.

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."

-St. Augustine

Just a pretty quote that I found today. Thought I'd share it.