Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Get out, get out, get of my head and fall into my arms instead.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

hit me up

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down, probably will. You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others' hearts. You'll fight with your best friend or maybe even fall in love with them, and you'll cry because time is flying by. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, forgive freely, and love like you've never been hurt. Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances. you just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone's hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up, stay up late, be a flirt, and smile until your face hurts. Don't be afraid to take chances or fall in love and most of all, live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

i like how it feels

Love it?! I thought you would.
It was about time this blog had a makeover.

I gave my notice to my landlords today! Its official! HELLOO, 1200 square foot basement suite with master bedroom and big windows and a Mana to keep me company! Hello, healthy dinners and painting and a kitchen table! Hello, 5 minute drive to work and cheaper rent!

Just thought you should know...

DIRECT ORDERS

You have been given a direct order to rock the fuck out. 
Rock out like you were just given the last rock n roll album on earth 
and the minutes are counting down to flames.
Rock out like you just won both Showcase Showdowns.
Rock out like the streets are empty except for you, your bicycle, and your headphones.
Rock out like your lips were just placed onto a break dancing muse 
with legs that go all the way up.
Rock out like Publisher's Clearing House is ringing at your front door.
Rock out like you'll never have to open up a text book again.
Rock out like you get paid to disturb the peace.
Rock out like music is all that you've got.

Rock out like you were standing on a roof top and the city is as loud and glowing 
as a river flowing below you.
Rock out like the plane is going down and there are 120 people on board 
and 121 parachutes.
Rock out like the streets and the books are all on fire 
and the flames can only be extinguished by doing the Electric Slide.
Rock out like it's Saturday afternoon and Monday was a national holiday.
Rock out like somebody's got a barrel pointed to your temple saying 
Rock out like your life depended on it fool! because it does.
Rock out like your eyes are fading but you still got your ears 
but you don't know for how long 
so rock out like 5 o’clock time meant pop n’ lock time.
Rock out like you've got a pants full of tokens and nothing to do but everything.
Rock out like you are the international Skee-ball champion of the entire universe.
Rock out like you just escaped an evil orphanage to join a Russian circus.
Rock out like your hero is fallen and you are spinning your limbs until they burst 
into a flaming pyre of remembrance.
Rock out like you are enslaved in the South and dancing is all that you have 
to know who you are.
Rock out like your dead grandfather just came back to take a ride with you 
in your brand new car.
Rock out like the table was full.
Rock out like the neighbors are away.
Rock out like the walls won't fall but dammit you're gonna die trying to make them.
Rock out like the stereo's volume knob only has the figure 8 of infinity on it 
instead of merely numbers.
Rock out like it's raining outside and you got a girl to run through it with.
Rock out like you were playing football in the mud 
and your washing machine ain’t broken.
Rock out like you threw your window open on your honeymoon 
because you want the whole world to know what love is.
Rock out like you just got a book published.
Rock out like you just went to your high school reunion to find out everyone even the women are all ugly and balding except for the former homecoming queen who has just been divorced by her impotent  husband and who only has eyes for you.
Rock out like you've got a date with Heidi Klum.
Rock out like the shadow of man passes behind you, drops you to your knees, you're buckling in a sweat, cold metal's pressed to the back of your skull, the trigger is pulled, 
and the gun jams.
Rock out like you got an empty appointment book and a full tank of gas.
Rock out like Jimi has returned carrying brand new guitar strings.
Rock out like the mangos are in season.
Rock out like the record player won't skip.
Rock out like this was the last weekend, 
like these were the last words, 
like you don't ever want to forget how.
-Anis Mojgani
"Because you wear pink but write poems
about bullets and gravestones. Because you yell
at your keys when you lose them, and laugh,
loudly, at your own jokes. Because you can hold a pistol,
gut a pig. Because you memorize songs, even commercials
from thirty years back and sing them when vacuuming.
You have soft hands. Because when we moved, the contents
of what you packed were written inside the boxes.
Because you think swans are overrated.
Because you drove me to the train station. You drove me
to Minneapolis. You drove me to Providence.
Because you underline everything you read, and circle
the things you think are important, and put stars next
to the things you think I should think are important,
and write notes in the margins about all the people
you’re mad at and my name almost never appears there.
Because you make that pork recipe you found
in the Frida Khalo Cookbook. Because when you read
that essay about Rilke, you underlined the whole thing
except the part where Rilke says love means to deny the self
and to be consumed in flames. Because when the lights
are off, the curtains drawn, and an additional sheet is nailed
over the windows, you still believe someone outside
can see you. And one day five summers ago,
when you couldn’t put gas in your car, when your fridge
was so empty—not even leftovers or condiments—
there was a single twenty-ounce bottle of Mountain Dew,
which you paid for with your last damn dime
because you once overheard me say that I liked it."