'healing my throat, choking my neck with a giant scarf, and burning up on multiple levels. i hate writing because my english teacher . i hate thinking about what i'm going to say. i have become paranoid. i do it to myself. i can't sleep without waking up with a tooth ache. i am sick of having a social life. i need to think for myself. be with myself. actually move myself. will it happen this time? venting is preventing me to vent. staying simple because bill says so. stop pushing me. its one of those days where i give up. i dont care. push me around and forget about it. it was a dazed dream and i didnt stop it. i dont know and you dont care. or you care too much that makes me not want to care. what are you doing anyway? why me? spit it out and treat me like royalty and mean  it. i want my room back. i want my dream. a dream. i have no dream. once you tell, its not a secret. i am not in love with anything. how am i supposed to go through life without knowing what love is, what im going to be, what i want to be, first; where i want to go and who i want to be with. what is it? i dont know. i dont know what im giving up on because i have no love. i have nothing to lose. i have no reason to wake up. no self motivation. no real dream. i don't care about a thing right now. lately. im only using my right brain. my senses. my legs. and no drive. no driven life. so what does this mean? open your eyes, widely and stay still. blunt. what is it that you feel? thinking and feeling are different. sanity, that's just telling yourself you are okay. we are not okay. we are never okay. okay seems to be bland and normal. what is life? what is love? what is it, that i want?'

Wowza.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/genkidavid/5035217027/

It's in the bag

Cross my path, I'll make you laugh.
Oh, life is what ever, where ever, as long, short, and as great as you please.

Cute guitar boy, you're on my radar. Here's to document the day I opened the door for you. Not literally speaking, of course. Let's see how long it will take us to become friends.

Now let's rise our glasses (punch and wine) and sing sing sing to where we want to shine. Let's smile at those who we'll never see again until they die. Slap high-fives to those in need, dollars in between. Creme and light, not in spite of anything. Just be, be be and take it, give it, anywhere and everywhere. No where could be somewhere.

So, let's just breathe in this miracle that brings us together, no questioning variables to bring. And don't collapse when you lean, we'll keep you knitted, tight and clean. Classic and natural, it's real. Teal. No deal. Squeak in honor of Jolly. Squeal. No holidays. Everyday, celebrate. Holidays should be highlights. Everyday isn't memorable, as much, but don't be afraid to create holidays. Moments withing moments. Magic.
Make magic.

And when our crystal glasses click and ring, white pearl smiles in delight. Scout first. Sip. Breathe. Don't stop. You cannot stop. Not until you walk away. I hope that one wouldn't stop breathing when one walks away.

Au revoir, the night is young.

sardines

Always thank the ones who got you to where you are today. Sent some e-mails out to former teachers.
I may not be known by the world, but that doesn't make me a nobody. We are each a somebody.

I was just sipping my Yogi tea in the living room with sweat pants, hair up, chillin' with no make up on, and watching the new MTV's "World of Jenks." Andrew Jenks, brilliant idea cooker-upper, went into the life of a rapper this episode. He chose Maino, and behind all the partying, girls, and successful lifestyle, his true stories are what keeps him strong and driven. "I've come a long way." We can all say that, at one point in time, sure. But experiencing someone else's life, rather than hearing the stories, is a whole new level of spontaneousness, if you will. You were there. You saw the police pull up. You saw the drug attics and the poverty.You heard it. You felt the chills. You even have stories of your own. And now, you keep on, from "hell and back," and sign on those autographs for those who look up to the true you, and not just the image. If that was a story about just one rapper, imagine everyone else's story. Yet, don't just imagine, think deeply. What would it be like to wake up as them in the morning? That is the question. You're not doing it because you have a body and life of your own. Imagine. Imagine all the people in the world, one stereotype at a time, as all the labels erase after breathing with their lungs and blood pumping with their heart.

Listen to your body.

At the end of the tea bag, my fortune said, "Live in your strength."

Today I will not think about the s word we all attend.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vE7iNpH97Ls
Could it be; this inspires me; to save my mon-ey; and go to NYC.
New Year '11. See all you beautiful people there.

18 in December. Sky diving was/is my goal.

Love can spread so far.
It's a hefty hefty thing.

koolmaybenot@skhool

Think visually, and define your "cool."
Ready, set, go.

twist

I write about being afraid of having writer's block.

I wrote a kick ass letter yesterday. It was one of those letters you write and never send out. It just couldn't get to you, darling. I was with you in spirit. I sent my vibrations your way. I sent you my love and my light. You caught it. I know you did.
Waves.

Keep a blank page open and listen.
Or keep twistori.com open on your home screen, and leave it there all day. My current favorite place to see what YOU are doing. In a non-stalker way, of course.