A Carnival glows

Songs that haunt, the actions that breath.

red-light signals, chopping lights
Skin? The white elephant in the room.

Are you going to give it a try?
Standardized testing; smoke signals from afar.
The path looks well-played, dusty, frames within frames.
The doorway, the window, the crooked parts of the body fitting like puzzle pieces
"Its just a game," the song's lyrics take a turn.

Colors mean something, as the pen slips off the page.
The scribbles become a mess, the words no longer legible.

two boxers in the ring, the body takes ringside.
heart and brain duke it out over the irrelevant emotions.

She takes off her hat and recites the front page news, with no confirmed sources.
She's got a muse, and he knows it.

He's the source, and he isn't talking.

This game will continue: a carousel.
simple, childlike, turning and turning,
but it's still beautiful; even if it doesn't take us anywhere.

A friend is a friend indeed

You opened like a flower,
your seeds bear, leaves outstretched to the sun.
Naked and exposed you shiver afraid of the burn
Resolution begins to take pace, setting sun, the time has come
take what you've learned, your fears, the hurt of these years.

organize them in a suitcase, and clasp it closed.
Take your dreams and let them be exposed.
you are wise, my old chap
you know what road you must travel
so take all your things and put on your cap

walk down the road, into the future that may be,
and stop looking back,
because you will always find me.

Just a few words to calm the storm

(This is what i grabbed from a 30 minute continuous write the other night. These are little sections that i liked from it)

Simple, less complex mixtures of color invade the transient as he makes his way across the deviant eco-sphere, spectacle view of the prognosis which has been convinced he was meant to die by the age of 40. Step right up and grab the beautiful scriptline, there are many humans who seek to be perfect.

Perfection? where can such an oddity be found? in a centralized location that becomes the order in which the very profound specifies of the human mind. i am a central figure of the mind in which i seek to perfect. The eye is a creature of method; he calls on his memory to react and take on the destiny.

i am purely a human, a creature of water. Through every deviated hold in my mind i am fear. i possess fear, i carry fear heavy on my back.

Definition of reality exists in truth. Truth exists in the mind. we make our own truth. sometimes humans are aware of this and they come to a crossing in the road. The road is long and winding, the winding isn't tough. What is tough is what we perceive as an obstacle, we make our own obstacles.

The lowest paid therapist of all time.

Maybe you never realized it, or you took us for granted but I have been among my neighborhoods greatest therapists for the last 7 years. Yes, therapists in a grocery store. There's something about a person who you don't know and has no connection to your real life that makes some people just open up and talk about all the personal things that are currently happening in their life. The things I hear about on a daily basis through the checkout line would be shocking to some people. The really awesome thing is; I get to watch the stories develop each day that I work and check them through my line.

For example. 3 weeks ago a girl in her mid-20's comes through my line, she is on her cell phone and she is openly crying. She is purchasing one thing: a pregnancy test. She is telling the person on the phone, “Yea, he left me, he went back to Shana” she starts sobbing and then adds, “and i'm pretty sure i'm pregnant with that bastards baby.” She gets to the front of the line and I start to check out her order and she hangs up the phone just in time to tell me that she's having a really bad day and she thinks she is pregnant but her boyfriend left her for his ex. I tell her I hope everything turns out for the best and she goes on her way.

Later that same night, the same girl comes through my line, only this time she's very intoxicated. She comes right up to the front of my line with one of her friends to buy a 6-pack of beer. She looks right at me and says, “Yep! I'm pregnant with that bastards baby! Took both of those tests and they both turned out positive.” Her friend looks at her shocked and try's to hush her friend and looks at me apologetically. In response to her friends embarrassed gaze she says, “Oh don't worry she helped me out earlier when I bought the tests, she knows the whole story!” In an awkward and witty response, I told her, “Congratulations and hope it turns out for the best” she looks back at me, “well I'm going to get wasted and then everything will be just fine.” I assumed by that response she wasn't planning on keeping the wee one, or else maybe her and her friend would have been buying prenatal pills.

The next week I'm working during the mid-day shift and she enters my line, this time she is linking arms with a man. I recognize her right away, she looks very happy. When she gets to the front of the line she gives me a smile and looks up at the man she is with, I assume this must be the bastard that got her pregnant. Well, at least things worked out for them...

I know people who are secret smokers, or who are cheating on their spouses, have yeast infections or just lost their favorite pet. They all come through the line and talk to me about these types of things. They ask me for advice or just tell me stories to get things off their backs, “I'm just so tired today, I just found out my husband has been cheating on me for the last 6 months and I've been so exhausted trying to move all of his stuff out these last few days,” then I hand them their receipt and they are on their way. It's an odd phenomenon, people will reveal just about anything to anyone knowing that I get paid to be nice and give encouraging words and it would never get back to them that their personal information got out.

I should start charging.

The Social Collective Experiment

Today i am going to embark upon a social experiment...
I am going to make profile/accounts with a VERY large list of social sites and test out all of these sites to determine the pros/cons of each...

Why?
I'm tired of Myspace and Facebook so im branching out!

I'll post the list of sites that I decide to test with once I've got all the sites established.

My Plan?

To meet loads of people :)

So, let it begin!

EDIT: I've been researching for about an hour or so and ive come up with about 28 sites that im going to tryout... I'll be sure to give the list, reviews and usability of all of them.

What a Lagger

Yes i know, ive been laggin' MAJOR to update this thing

I have to leave in a few minutes to commute out to the studio to work on my Quality of Light HW, it should be pretty interesting, considering there is going to be about 9 photographers and a bunch of models in that one little studio. But its actually alot of fun every week working in there with all of the people in my class.

We have the studio til 10pm, im just hoping we don't stay that late, because i have to be back to class tomorrow at 8am, and ill get no sleep if im working that way.

I got demoted at work temporarily to a Bagger until we have more hours, since 6 years at my store is pretty much zero seniority. But on that note ive been looking for a new job one that involves photography in some way, since i am a photographer!

*sigh* Wish me luck on the job hunt :)

My mom and i went furniture shopping

I always find wierd interesting things when im out of town, and i found a really cool garage and fenced area with all sorts of old cars.
i wanted to photograph the inside but a man was in there. Inside were lines of old Porches and other cars, it was crazy! I snapped a picture of an old mid-30's Ford truck in the back lot( the less cool cars were back there)