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Eye the crowd for the unknown voice suffocating in isolation of the mind and call out with your eyes and cry.
They want you to disprove their reality of life without love.
Why not climb a rainbow to touch the stars while you're at it?

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This was a peculiar thing I found in an old sketchbook. I can't make up my mind whether to take it as beautiful writing, or depressing writing hahaha -- can't remember the intent
I guess it depends what mood you're in when you read it.

i don't know what i'm waiting for.


this is stupid.


but what's worse, is before, so i guess this isn't that bad.


i feel like i've wasted the first 2 days of 2009 ... and i've wasted 20 minutes of the 3rd.
Shit.



back to wasting my life.

- when i accelerate i remember why it's good to be alive -
nada surf

i saw you walk out from an alley and recognize in a shallow depth of water not a reflection of yourself but a metaphor of your mind.

Don't you lose who you are every now and then?

I think those cracked cobble steps under your feet are straining from the weight that's on your mind ... Me? I'm feeling weightless again -
don't see what i have left to gain

you think you understand, but no - not til you let go of the hand you hold every time you cross the road
cause you'll float away then, and maybe like me,
you'll feel weightless again
and you'll have nothing left to gain

you all told me to meditate with you that one day in a room full of people and my soul teared.

because i thought i was incapable. i thought the ground was unescapable.

the brother i made
described it to me
[the practice you call meditation]
and together we realised that neither of us
had seen through your eyes, or you, ours

unknowingly, our lives were what you sought
and the antonym of us was what you fought to escape
when you tried to meditate with thought
or without. and my doubt is cast out now
rambling about my body that's weightless again

The Absolute Best Cinnamon Rolls Ever

1 (0.25-ounce) packet active dry yeast
1 cup warm milk, (105°f-115°f)
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1/3 cup butter, melted
1 teaspoon salt
2 large eggs
4 cups all-purpose or bread flour
1 cup firmly packed brown sugar
2 1/2 tablespoons ground cinnamon
1/3 cup butter, softened
1/2 cup butter, softened
1 1/2 cups sifted powdered sugar
1 (3-ounce) package cream cheese, softened
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/8 teaspoon salt
Preheat oven to 400°F.
In a large mixing bowl, dissolve yeast in warm milk. Add 1/2 cup sugar, melted butter, 1 teaspoon salt, eggs and flour; mix well. Dust a flat surface with a small amount of flour and knead dough into a large ball. Return to bowl and cover. Let rise for 1 hour or until dough has doubled in size.
Remove dough from bowl and roll out on a lightly floured surface until dough is 21-inches long by 16-inches wide and 1/4-inch thick.
In a small separate bowl, combine brown sugar and cinnamon. Spread 1/3 cup of butter evenly over surface of the dough and cover with cinnamon/brown sugar mixture. Roll dough from the top (21-inch side) to bottom edge. Cut rolled dough into 1 3/4-inch slices and place 6 at a time on a lightly greased baking sheet.
Preheat oven to 400°F.
Bake for about 20 minutes or until light brown.
While rolls are baking, combine remaining butter, powdered sugar, cream cheese, vanilla and salt. Beat with an electric mixer until fluffy. Drizzle on hot rolls and serve.
Makes 12 rolls.

my heads achin and shakin from these beats you been makin
knowin that out there i've been growin without you
and you were growin before me i'll let it be
but you'd see if you were me we belong under the same tree
lookin at the stars by the sea so far yet so near
and i know its clear i'm fulla fear but i'm showin
the woman i'm growin into has a lot to gain
i could have fame but i'd be ashamed
to have made something from just a name
so i keep an ear to the ground for the sound i'm about to hear
and my eyes to the fork in the road i'm growin near
i'm shakin my hearts been breakin but its taped n ready to go
to show the world how much i know and can handle
i was a handful from the beginning but keep my hands to myself now
passin out spinnin fast skippin class growin up tough luck
when you're grown up no one to pull you out when you get stuck
see ya later.
i'm made of dreams from within
time to dive off the deep end again.