My girl is an icon.
My girl is fast and red.
In her halcyon days,
My girl, she flew.
My girl is an icon.
She's fire engine red.
My girl can burn.
My girl can put out fires.
My girl's got big black eyes.
My girl's got hair.
My girl could take you some,
And she wouldn't aplogize for nothin'.
My girl's like clockwork.
My girl's a swiss watch.
My girl could drop you.
It's in those eyes, my girl.
My girl is rough and tumble,
She won't hold back.
My girl's like charcoal.
My girl's a brick wall.
That's what I said.
July 09, 2007
May 22, 2007
Do You Dare Me?
I'm accustomed to learning things the hard way, and to not being happy. Generally, I reside at some traveling point along the axes of loneliness and panic.
Changes are afoot.
Life is moving forward, dear reader. Decisions being made, chapters being opened, breaks being taken. Choosing happiness is not an easy thing, I think. Not when life has conditioned you against it, at least. I've never been one to do things the easy way, never been much good at accepting help or seeking comfort. I also have a penchant for learning things the hard way, which makes the rapid-fire change-athlon risky business
Changes are afoot.
Life is moving forward, dear reader. Decisions being made, chapters being opened, breaks being taken. Choosing happiness is not an easy thing, I think. Not when life has conditioned you against it, at least. I've never been one to do things the easy way, never been much good at accepting help or seeking comfort. I also have a penchant for learning things the hard way, which makes the rapid-fire change-athlon risky business
March 04, 2007
Old Man Taylor, You're Not So Old.
"You know the feeling you get when you fix your eyes on one point on the side of the road as you're driving by really fast? Sometimes I think that's life, all of it, just like that. Things stretch out in front of us, stretch out behind us, but the right now, it just goes by so fast. Too fast to really catch."
The above comes from a conversation I had earlier today with my good friend Graeme. The feeling I refer to is one I first became conscience of when working on... uh... the Thames River Project (?) with six other artists from my high school, some of whom were extremely dear friends.
The sentiment refers to the odd position in which many of us find ourselves at the moment. That terrifying, awe inspiring feeling when you're on the precipice of a whole new life, peering back at all the things you've come to know and love, trying to crystallize all the perfect parts so you can take them with you where ever you go. Graduation? Something like that. I'm waxing far too poetic. Ah, well. You love me, whatever.
Go see the painting. It's hanging in the guidance office at my high school. See if you can find our names, carved into the frame. And say hello to the Atrium, while you're there.
The above comes from a conversation I had earlier today with my good friend Graeme. The feeling I refer to is one I first became conscience of when working on... uh... the Thames River Project (?) with six other artists from my high school, some of whom were extremely dear friends.
The sentiment refers to the odd position in which many of us find ourselves at the moment. That terrifying, awe inspiring feeling when you're on the precipice of a whole new life, peering back at all the things you've come to know and love, trying to crystallize all the perfect parts so you can take them with you where ever you go. Graduation? Something like that. I'm waxing far too poetic. Ah, well. You love me, whatever.
Go see the painting. It's hanging in the guidance office at my high school. See if you can find our names, carved into the frame. And say hello to the Atrium, while you're there.
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