Me wants!
How genetics work…
Hilarious
- Jessica: me: what did you guys talk about?
- Aaron: how fat you are
- Jessica: =( you said that as i was taking a bite of a cookie.
- Andrew: hey can i get my drumset back?
- Jessica: this will take some digging, and yes
- Andrew: cool
- hurry up
- Jessica: andrew,
- have i ever hurried for anything?
- Andrew: ive seen you go through a bottle of whiskey pretty quick
an old close friend wrote this
1:40 am
my blurred eyes
held the moon
light spread out
reminded me
how i watched the august sunset once
from underneath the water
superior on fire
and i never wanted to come back
up
there again
behind the reflection
beams reaching down
became an illusion
it flowed over my hand
and into my eyes again
i was awash in someone else
i was thinking of smoke
and losing my breath
felt dusted with stars
i listened to my friend
he told me he held nothing
as he exhaled
an intricate woven dance
how could he know?
his silhouette
and cigarette
reflected my thoughts
created new meaning
or another dimension
and i noticed something
that silver disc
holds no face
at 1:40 am
“We all carry around so much pain in our hearts. Love and pain and beauty. They all seem to go together like one little tidy confusing package. It’s a messy business, life. It’s hard to figure—full of surprises. Some good. Some bad.
Anyway Maggie, if you’re listening.this one’s for you.When I grow too old to dream
I’ll have you to remember.
When I grow too old to dream
your love will live in my heart.
So, kiss me my sweet,
and so, let us part,
and when I grow too old to dream,
that kiss will live in my heart.”
Sometimes when you look back on a situation, you realize it wasn’t all you thought it was. A beautiful girl walked into your life. You fell in love. Or did you? Maybe it was only a childish infatuation, or maybe just a brief moment of vanity.
Chris Stevens: Rain usually makes me feel mellow: curl up in a corner time, slow down, smell the furniture. Today… it just makes me feel wet. What is it about owning things? Why do we feel the need to own what we love, and why do we become such jerks when we do? We’ve all been there, you know: we want something; we own it; and by owning it we change it. When you finally win that girl of your dreams, the first thing you do is try to change her. That little thing she does with her hair, the way she wears her clothes, the way she chews her gum. Until eventually, what you like, what you don’t like and what you change all merges into one. Like a watercolor in the rain.
Chris Stevens: Goethe’s final words: More light. Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that’s been our unifying cry: More light. Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier’s field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we’re supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home- Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light
The path to our destination is not always a straight one, Ed. We go down the wrong road, we get lost, we turn back. Maybe it doesn’t matter which road we embark on. Maybe what matters is that we embark.
