curbside prophecy

did you ever notice how everything just piles up at once?

when it rains it pours, the storm after calm waters. tidal waves of obligation. everything you want to accomplish and can't seem to handle rolled into one weekend. and you know there's nothing to follow but stillness... but as I stare down the barrel of the first of three potentially chaos-driven days - and nights - I can't help but think that this time, it might just be too much...

In the next few short days, I am nothing less than obligated to A) pack up a years worth of memories in one elongated evening; B) perform a months worth of rehearsals on four separate occasions; and C) learn four months worth of 2401A: philosophy of human communication in one desperate all-nighter for an inconveniently placed final....

and despite the chaos, I haven't been this excited for a single week in a very, long, time.
life is pretty fucking great right now.

you make the earth move

if you fall asleep down by the water,

baby I'll carry you all the way home.

you fall so easy, and fall so hard
when that kind of hurricane hits

when you can feel the winds melt

into a cyclone of flame and fever

just two thundering heartbeats
as lightning bolts ignite your veins

summer never seemed so spellbound.

take it away boys

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blast from the curbside prophet past; I've said it before and I'll say it again... I've always been one to adapt rather than create. so here's a creation of someone else's creations. from exactly half a year and half a million pages ago.

I wanna dance with somebody
so take me out tonight

cause I'm gonna live forever
if you let me stand next to your fire
I like being submerged in your contradictions

I want you so bad
and you're always on my mind
It's aurora borealis' company that I'm tight with
we just met, so let's get off the hook
all alone, show me where to go

you really got a hold on me
and you set my soul on fire
bring me an angel flying from montgomery,
and a great day to be alive.
to meet with the geek, all you need is a heartbeat.

I gotta be startin something
cause I just wanna fly
open up the gates of the church, and let me out
I don't need no slow man,
so put your arms around me baby.

credits (in order) include; whitney , jesse lacy, irene cara, jimi, mr. a-z, beatles, phantom planet, jason again, spiral beach, the scarlett boys, she & him, everyone, bonnie raitt, travis t, jason once more, michael, crosby stills & nash, kings of leon, sugar ray ♥ ♥ ♥

tide's comin in

your eyes destroy me every time I think

that soul music train just doesn't end!
though this is a familiar kind of magic,
just reinvented.
for me to find.
and conquer.

I wish I could put it in writing...
but this good old war rages on.
chased by new formats and rocketmen,
the strings sing me sleep and throw me into the fireworks.

speechless, baby.