Anywhere But Here

Trade howling in fits of ecstasy for weeping in waves of sorrow; life is a series of these ups and down. We’re cut, we bleed, we scab over, and then we grow again. Our skin is renewed but gently marked, scarred forever with the painful experiences of the past.



Tucked in our boats, some with sails, others with oars, and some just scraps of wood, we ride the waves of the ocean we’re all poured into as we escape from the womb. Rocking in our vessels we bump in the turbulent waters and ride the waves. Sunk in the trough of a wave its often difficult to remember the crest that you’re surely bound to sail into. Learning how to have faith when all hope and happiness seems broken is what much of growing up is.

The indescribable satisfaction that comes in self-destruction…an act refined by this most recent generation. Glamorized and publicized; an entire people focused on mass produced “suffering”. It just doesn’t have the same impact anymore, but to the people who don’t care if anyone is listening, reading, watching, or thinking, it’ll carry on with steady, damaging, persistence...despite the fact that it is positively ridiculous.

Suffocating your body of fluid, its so easy to watch your blood congeal to sludge and feel your heart pound with exhaustion even in sleep. Weight dips, waist slips, and soon you’re smaller than you probably should be.

Well I’m jumping from this boat and I’m going to surf these waves. I’m sick of this trough and I’m catching me a crest to somewhere new. I’ll let you know what its like when I get there.

P.S. I really miss opening up my door and finding four boys outside it...

I Want To Move To

Denmark
P.S. Venture Brother's just made a Royal Tenenbuams reference by using the term "friscalating" within the current episode.

When me and Pam were first in love...we hated to be apart, even for an hour.

Oh, yeah. I had something like that once. A real fuck-a-thon.

We just slept. We loved to sleep when it was time to sleep. Not sex. I mean, we had sex...but what we really loved was to sleep like babies all day long.

That sounds perfect.

Update

I'm in Florida, I hate it.

I was not made for this...I long for the snow, the cold, and the friends that wait for me back in chicago. Being here has only forced a greater hatred for tourism, commercialism, consumption, and the increasing issues that face our society, economy, and well...you get it, lengthy rant not necessary.

Many pictures to come stemming as far back as halloween and going on to such subjects as...thanksgiving, chocolate wars, parade outside my window, time with michael, paul comes home, and my bittersweet documentation of my time in disney...a less than magical place might I add, the photos hopefully will reflect that...although Florida did provide me a unique opportunity to indulge in the pleasures of organic growth that really is kind of absent back in Illinois at this time.

All that being said, keep your eyes pealed for new posts...I cannot wait to be home.