COMA radio

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01 - Joseph Arthur - Exhausted
02 - Death Cab For Cutie - We Laugh Indoors
03 - The Killer And The Star - Questions
04 - Snow Patrol - Make This Go On Forever
05 - Blue October - Weight Of The World
06 - The Killer And The Star - One Fine Line

The Killer And The Star - The Low

And if I lose control,
I will see you in Hell,
Let me fall apart when I see you go,
And when she feels the low
She gets higher than Mars,
And dances to the sound,
From the beats in our hearts

If she flies away today could
my heart withstand the break,
Does the low beat the way to your heart

She'll take your breath away,
Like the light takes the Stars,
The wind that moves the waves,
To the sea she goes

And when she feels the low,
She gets higher than Mars,
And dances to the sounds,
From the beats in our hearts

If she flies away today could
my heart withstand the break,
Does the low beat the way to your heart

If she flies away today could
my heart withstand the break,
Does the low beat the way to your heart

I will stay the highest

If she danced away today could
my heart withstand the break,
Does the low beat the way to your heart

If she flies away today could
my heart withstand the break,
Does the low beat the way to your heart
Does the low beat the way to your heart
The low, the low

Thomas Newman - Any Other Name

4.9.09 : M

If you were still here. Walking within the vicinity of my ribcage. Today would have been a warm beautiful day. Today we'd have talked about horses always having an appetite. Easter-themed smiley cookies. And how inspiring it must have been when my grandfather drove cross-country from California to Pennsylvania with a parrot named Petey keeping him company the entire way. I miss your comfortable company.

4.9.09 : M

It's a sharp sentimental sadness when you catch yourself backstroking through pools and pools of memories. As if it weren't a common daily occurence that somehow shook-down surprised you. I always think of you. Because it's hard to wrap my heart around these 3 long years. Sometimes seeming short. Most often times it's unbelievably overwhelming to think of you being gone so long. Longing for that infinitely-elusive hug. A laughter and a smile that are both so dearly missed. How I miss you, M.

4.9.09 : still M

To think that the cancer was even capable of causing chaos in your body's courageous components. Will always be beyond belief. It wasn't fair that your body lost bits and bags and boxes of it's strength. It wasn't fair that it was you. It wasn't fair that you died that day. I wish you were here. I wish your lungs were launching laughter into this room. I wish for the only one that could ever be you.

4.10.09 : M

My feelings go without saying.

State Radio - Keepsake
Joseph Arthur - Exhausted
Puddle Of Mudd - Blurry
Sneaker Pimps - Walk The Rain
Dave Matthews - Dreaming Tree
Bjork - All Is Full Of Love

7.10.08 : love you dad

It's 2:05p and I've littered my mind with nostalgia and alcohol. I've been choking on a broken heart since that morning's 6:06a. I don't know what to do with myself. I've been wrapped in a numb haze that has nothing better to do than keep me company with it's consistency. I feel alone and unguided. My grandfather is gone and I don't know how to put my own two feet together and keep moving through this draining disaster. How do you accept this much of a magnified loss. How do you accept the loss of life that's been applied to the strongest branch of your family tree. I don't know how to feel what I want to feel or say what I want to say. I'm a functional wreck. I've been carrying his picture in my pocket for days and days. I've had his Navy bracelet wrapped around my wrist for 3+ weeks. I've securely held him in my eyesight for 30 straight years and it's not enough. It's never enough. I need more. I need so much fucking more. I need more of my grandfather's calmly-carved presence. I need his laughter. I need the sound of his chest when it's dispelling his chest full of coughs. No one can come close to this contagious France at his brilliantly-bestowed best. No one can make his goodbye any easier.

Playlist :

Radiohead - Videotape
Moby - Inside
Peter Gabriel - I Grieve
Moby - Everloving
Tool - Wings For Marie, Pt. 1

Radiohead - Videotape :

When I'm at the pearly gates
This'll be on my videotape
My videotape
When Mephistopheles is just beneath
And he's reaching up to grab me
This is one for the good days
And I have it all here
In red blue green
In red blue green
And you are my center when I spin away
Out of control on videotape
On videotape
On videotape
This is my way of saying goodbye
Because I can't do it face to face
I'm talking to you from...
No matter what happens now
You shouldn't be afraid
Because I know today has been
The most perfect day I've ever seen

Peter Gabriel - I Grieve :

It was only one hour ago
It was all so different then
There’s nothing yet has really sunk in
Looks like it always did
This flesh and bone
Is just the way that we are tied in
Now there's no one home

I grieve for you
You leave me
It’s so hard to move on
Still loving what's gone
they say life carries on
they say life carries on and on and on and on

The news that truly shocks is the empty, empty page
While the final rattle rocks its empty, empty cage
And I can't handle this

I grieve for you
You leave me

Let it out and move on
Missing what's gone
They say life carries on
They say life carries on and on and on

Life carries on
In the people I meet
In everyone that's out on the street
In all the dogs and cats
In the flies and rats
In the rot and the rust
In the ashes and the dust
Life carries on and on and on and on
Life carries on and on and on

It’s just the car that we ride in
The home we reside in
The face that we hide in
The way we are tied in
Life carries on and on and on and on
Life carries on and on and on

Did I dream this belief
Or did I believe this dream
Now I can find relief
I grieve

Tool - Wings For Marie - Part 1 :

You believed
You believed in moments none could see
You believed in me

A passionate spirit
Uncompromise
Boundless and open
A light in your eyes that
Could end all lies

Vacant, broken
Fell at the hands of those movements that I wouldn't see
Cause it was you who prayed for me, so
What have I done to be a son to an angel?
What have I done to be worthy?

Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescence
Difficult to see you in this light
Please forgive this selfish question, but
What am I to say to all these ghouls tonight?
She never told a lie
Well might've told a lie
But never lived one
Didn’t have a life
Didn’t have a life
But surely saved one
See? I'm alright, now
It’s time for us to let you go

4.5.08 : ...

You've been breaking my heart more-so than usual lately. Can I say that and not worry about being victimized by vulnerability? I question this because it is a question. The tears start to splish-splash in the back of my throat when I think of all of the missing face-to-face time. Why does life hand out cheat cards when no one is ever interested in accepting them. The length of your legacy was unfairly snatched short. I've remembered every square inch of your face. With a welcoming smile constantly plastered between your compassionate sidewalk-chalked cheek bones. How could I ever forget a significance such as you. I rhetorically question that one too. Because it is a question. You with your ever constant influenceable face. I'll forever remember your face. I remember the way it used to light up in those pre-cancer days. Getting hung up on the cancer. Because cancer has become my whole-hearted-heavily-hated enemy. But in an attempt to be honest. I barely ever think of the way you looked when it clung to you like a heavy apathetic-overcoat. When I think of you. I think of only you.

4.8.08 : aphex twins - stone in focus

Sitting here with these oversized headphones slung atop these surpasingly-sad eardrums. You would have loved this song if you had heard it during your luminous laughing days. How I've fucking wept and bargain-pled for another round of your spectacular laughter. It has always been my most significant song of rememberance.

4.9.08 : ...

And it's not until you're choking on pieces of your own nostalgically hemmed-heart. That you remember why you're even smile-broken in the first place. You were one of the luckiest faces to be splattered all over the heart-space. With the inspiration and constant love from a woman that considered you to be an adopted version of her very own pre-existing trio of children. She constructed great elaborate plans for both you and your slung-stalled art career. She believed in you. She adviced you. She pushed you. She loved and listened to you. She made you believe in yourself.

4.9.08 : ...

With a blue Sharpie-marked M on the underside of my wrist. All I can do is remember the brilliant heart-bombarding that is known to come on behalf of you. And as usual. My heart capsizes within all of the love that I have for you.

4.10.08 : ...

Today is the day to follow in the footsteps of old infamous familiars. Today is the day I'll wear my tribute smile.

U2 - City Of Blinding Lights

The more you see the less you know
The less you find out as you go
I knew much more then than I do now

Neon heart, day-glow eyes
The city lit by fireflies
They're advertising in the skies
For people like us

And I miss you when you're not around
I'm getting ready to leave the ground

Oh you look so beautiful tonight
In the city of blinding lights

Don't think before you laugh
Look ugly in a photograph
Flash bulbs, purple irises the camera can't see

I've seen you walk unafraid
I've seen you in the clothes you've made
Can you see the beauty inside of me?
What happened to the beauty I had inside of me?

And I miss you when you're not around
I'm getting ready to leave the ground

Oh you look so beautiful tonight
In the city of blinding lights

Time... time.... time... won't leave me as I am
But time won't take the boy out of this man
Oh you look so beautiful tonight
Oh you look so beautiful tonight
Oh you look so beautiful tonight
In the city of blinding lights,
The more you know the less you feel
Some pray for, others steal
Blessings not just for the ones who kneel... luckily

Finally... the 90's!!

001 - When In Rome - The Promise
002 - KWS - Please Don't Go
003 - Corona - Rhythm Of The Night
004 - London Beat - I've Been Thinking About You
005 - The Cure - Friday I'm In Love
006 - Suzanne Vega - Tom's Diner
007 - Boy George - The Crying Game
008 - Snap - Rhythm Is A Dancer
009 - Tori Amos - Little Earthquakes
010 - Go West - King Of Wishful Thinking
011 - B-52's - Rock Lobster
012 - George Michael - Father Figure
013 - Jon Secada - Just Another Day
014 - Tom Cochran - Life Is A Highway

001 - Lindsay Buckingham - Trouble
002 - Martika - Toy Soldiers
003 - The Police - King Of Pain
004 - John Waite - I Ain't Missing You At All
005 - Paul Young - Every Time You Go Away
006 - Steve Nicks - Silver Springs
007 - Alan Parsons Project - Eye In The Sky
008 - Belinda Carlisle - Heaven Is A Place On Earth
009 - Bon Jovi - Wanted Dead Or Alive
010 - Bryan Adams - Run To You
011 - Cyndi Lauper - True Colors
012 - Howard Jones - Things Can Only Get Better
013 - Jefferson Starship - Sarah
014 - Paula Abdul - Rush Rush
015 - Prince - When Doves Cry

elefant - love

I want the girl all dressed in white
She turns and says hello
She changes colors like a bird
I grab her wings and fly away
She takes me high and leaves me there
I never want that down

Love, it's a beautiful place, it's a beautiful taste
Where I am now, where I am now, and I belong

The gentle high is all to blame
I cried for seven days
I feel myself losing control
To all the voices in my soul
There is the girl in white again
I need the sugar from her hand

Love, it's a beautiful place, it's a beautiful taste
Where I am now, where I am now, and I belong

And it's such a wonderful way, we're making love right now
And it's such a wonderful way, you fill me up inside

Love, it's a beautiful place, it's a beautiful taste
Where I am now, where I am now, and I belong

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This 80's mix is brought to you by the morning crew at McDowell's.

"Look... Me and the McDonald's people got this little misunderstanding. See, they're McDonald's... I'm McDowell's. They got the Golden Arches, mine is the Golden Arcs. They got the Big Mac, I got the Big Mick. We both got two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles and onions, but their buns have sesame seeds. My buns have no seeds."

[01] - COMA radio intro
[02] - Steve Perry - Oh Sherrie
[03] - Rockwell - Somebody's Watching Me
[04] - Mike & The Mechanics - The Living Years
[05] - Mr. Mister - Broken Wings
[06] - Foreigner - Been Waiting For A Girl Like You
[07] - Jefferson Starship - We Built This City
[08] - John Waite - I Ain't Missing You At All
[09] - Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart
[10] - Michael Jackson - Smooth Criminal
[11] - Pat Benatar - Invincible
[12] - Phil Collins - Do You Remember
[13] - The Outfield - I Don't Wanna Lose Your Love Tonight
[14] - Prince - I Would Die 4 U

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A few old school MP3's

[01] - COMA radio intro
[02] - Barenaked Ladies - Brian Wilson [live]
[03] - Elwood - Red Wagon
[04] - Flickerstick - Coke
[05] - Gorillaz - Clint Eastwood
[06] - Train - Meet Virginia

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A Perfect Circle - Orestes
The Smashing Pumpkins - Eye
Tool - Stinkfist
Matthew Good Band - Indestructible
Deftones - Riviere
30 Seconds To Mars - Was It A Dream
Deftones - Cherry Waves
Alice In Chains - Nutshell

This 80's mix is brought to you by Johnny 5!

xx] - Back to the Future II - Welcome to the Cafe 80's **
xx] - COMA Intro
01] - Billy Idol - Eyes Without A Face
02] - Thompson Twins - Hold Me Now
xx] - Airplane - Don't Call Me Shirley **
03] - The Cure - Love Song
xx] - Young Frankenstein - I thought I told you **
04] - Big Country - In A Big Country
05] - Journey - Faithfully
06] - Human League - Human
07] - Cory Hart - Never Surrender
08] - Crowded House - Don't Dream It's Over
xx] - Spaceballs - I'm surrounded by assholes **
10] - Survivor - High On You
11] - Real Life - Send Me An Angel
xx] - Legend - We are all animals my lady **
12] - Hall & Oates - Out Of Touch
xx] - Ferris Bueller's Day Off - Bueller, Bueller, Bueller **
13] - Johnny Hates Jazz - Shattered Dreams
14] - Journey - Seperate Ways
15] - Mike & The Mechanics - Silent Running
xx] - Ghostbusters - I'm fuzzy on the whole good / bad thing **
16] - Foreigner - I Want To Know What Love Is
17] - Richard Marx - Right Here Waiting
xx] - Planes, Trains & Automobiles - You play with your balls alot **
18] - The Police - If I Ever Lose My Faith In You
19] - The Cars - Drive
xx] - Coming To America - Yes, yes, fuck you too! **
20] - Simple Minds - Alive & Kicking
xx] - Back To The Future - It was meant to be **
21] - White Snake - Is This Love

** Denotes movie sound bite

01 - COMA intro
02 - Rich Jacques - Boys Don't Die
03 - Dashboard Confessional - Broken Hearts & Concrete Floors
04 - Rich Jacques - Time
05 - Kelsey Friday - Long Way Home

Deftones - "Minerva"

I get all numb
When she sings it's over
Such a strange numb
And it brings my knees to the earth

And God bless you all
For the song you saved us

You're the same numb
When you sing it's over
Such a strange numb
It could bring back peace to the earth

So God bless you all
For the song you saved us ... oh
For the hearts you break every time you moan

I get all numb
We're the same numb
And it brings our knees to the earth

So God bless you all
For the song you saved us ... oh
For the hearts you break every time you moan
And God bless you all on the earth

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Playlist:

01] - Ben Jelen - Falling Down
02] - COMA radio Intro
03] - The Devlins - World Outside
04] - One Republic - Apologize
05] - Radiohead - I Might Be Wrong
06] - Deftones - Hole In The Earth
07] - Counting Crows - Anna Begins
08] - Plumb - Cut
09] - Hooverphonic - Eden
10] - Dave Matthews - The Space Between Us
11] - Thom Yorke - Black Swan
12] - Rich Jacques - Making Deals With God
13] - Cold - Tell Me Why
14] - Moby - In My Heart
15] - Cold - Black Sunday

Rehab - "It Don't Matter"

Linkin Park - Shadow of the Day

I close both locks below the window.
I close both blinds and turn away.
Sometimes solutions aren’t so simple.
Sometimes goodbye’s the only way.

And the sun will set for you,
The sun will set for you.
And the shadow of the day,
Will embrace the world in gray,
And the sun will set for you.

In cards and flowers on your window,
Your friends all plead for you to stay.
Sometimes beginnings aren’t so simple.
Sometimes goodbye’s the only way.

And the sun will set for you,
The sun will set for you.
And the shadow of the day,
Will embrace the world in gray,
And the sun will set for you.

And the shadow of the day,
Will embrace the world in gray,
And the sun will set for you.

And the shadow of the day,
Will embrace the world in gray,
And the sun will set for you.

Rich Jacques - "Please Don't Break My Heart"

COMA intro
BM - Naked
BM - Blind Obsession
BM - Wonderful Enough
BM - Stop Me

Can't run away from love
If you cannot feel
Everything falls apart
In a tragedy

I am so far away from gone
I just wanna be here
Everyone forms a part
In my symphony

[ Chorus ]
Can you feel this in your heart
Can you take it to your soul
I dont want you to pretend
I dont wanna be alone

Feels like im torn apart
And I cannot bleed
Caught in the web you made
This just cant be real

I am so far away from gone
I just wanna be here
Everyone falls apart
In this tragedy

[ Chorus x2 ]

I dont wanna be alone

Everyday
I'll live through this
Inside I've changed
Everyday
I don't wanna be alone

[ Chorus x2 ]

Inside I've changed
Everyday I'll live through this
Inside I've changed
Everyday I'll live through this alone

I don't wanna be alone

01] - Flickerstick - Beautiful
02] - Thirrd Eye Blind - Anything [acoustic]
03] - James Blunt - Fall At Your Feet
04] - The Early November - Make It Happen [acoustic]
05] - 3 Doors Down - So I Need You [acoustic]
06] - Seether - Broken [acoustic]
07] - Lifehouse - Storm [acoustic]
08] - The Spill Canvas - The Night Will Go As Follows
09] - Joseph Arthur - Honey & The Moon
10] - Dashboard Confessional - For You To Notice
11] - Bjork - All Is Full Of Love
12] - Bjork - Violently Happy

Tribute Playlist:

Moby - "Hotel Intro"
Moby - "God Moving Over The Face Of The Waters"
Philip Glass - "Koyaanisqatsi"
Moby - "Down Slow"
Tori Amos - "Toast"
Moby - "My Weakness"

Tori Amos "Toast" Lyrics:

I thought it was Easter time
The way the light rose
Rose that morning
Lately you've been on my mind
You showed me the rope
Ropes to climb
Over mountains
And to pull myself
Out of a landslide
Of a landslide

I thought it was harvest time
You always loved the smell of the wood burning
She with her honey hair
Dalhousie Castle
She would meet you there
In the winter
Butter yellow
The flames you stirred
Yes, you could stir

I raise a glass
Make a toast
A toast in your honor
I hear you laugh
And beg me not to dance
On your right standing by
Is Mr. Bojangles
With a toast he's telling me it's time
To raise a glass
Make a toast
A toast in your honor
I hear you laugh and beg me not to dance
On your right standing is
Mr. Bojangles
With a toast he's telling me it's time
To let you go
Let you go

I thought I'd see you again
You said you might do
Maybe in a carving
In a cathedral
Somewhere in Barcelona

4.9.07 : sad

Avoid it when it's most painful. I think it's what I do best. But just exactly how do you repress a year's worth of grief. How do you remember and honor a friend that's been nothing more than a memory. So much more than a memory. Nothing real to touch. It's the memory of the touch. No skin of the hand that pulled you in for those comfort-laced hugs. No sounds of the one-and-only laughter. I can hear that laugh. Her laugh. But it's been nothing more than strips of tape pulled from the recorder that's housed in my head. I'm selfish. I want more than memories and a chest full of love.

4.9.07 : silent

I know that you know. Why I'm having such a hard time saying anything to you. I feel like my voice is broken. So all I can do is write my message on a piece of paper. And set it on the corner of my desk and wait for you to come by and read it.

4.10.07 : stunned

And I don't know what the hell just happened during this 3:00a. But a woman, from I don't even know where, hit me with the hardest words that I could have ever received today. Today is M's day. A day of remembrance and recognition. All mixed with hours upon hours of a humbled heavy heart-washing. And yet. That's exactly who this woman came to my inbox speaking of. An inbox that's barely been tampered with 2-3 times. A complete stranger that has been infiltrated with the inspiration of my great friend Michelle. A stranger that had been brought to tears. Reading those received words on a day like today. Pulled the tears from me as well. Luring the full bulk of tears that I've been trying so damn hard to hold intact. To keep tightly looped within my heavy heart. Feeling like I've been stunned into a speechless sentimental here. I'm all over the place here. And I don't know how to control it. How do you keep your composure when a stranger knocked your lungs clear out into an unnanounced time-out. I am so overwhelmed. All I can say is thank you.

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Playlist:

01] - Korn - I'm The One
02] - COMA radio Intro
03] - Radiohead - Pact Like Sardines In A Crushd Tin Box
04] - A Perfect Circle - The Noose
05] - Cold - Strip Her Down
06] - Cold - It's All Good
07] - Ours - Sometimes
08] - Johnny Cash - God's Gonna Cut You Down
09] - Smile Empty Soul - Finding Myself
10] - A Perfect Circle - The Package
11] - 30 Seconds To Mars - Was It A Dream
12] - Thom Yorke - The Eraser
13] - Abandoned Pools - The Remedy
14] - Sneaker Pimps - Half Life
15] - Blue October - Weight Of The World [live]
16] - Lo-Fidelity Allstars - Nighttime Story

Random lyrics from this show's chest full of MP3's :

°°° I'm the one who cares °°°
°°° I'm a reasonable man get off my case °°°
°°° Now you stand reborn, before us all, so glad to see you're well °°°
°°° But I'm more than just a little curious...
How you're planning to go about making your amends to the dead °°°
°°° With your halo slipping down to choke you now °°°
°°° Everybody played a game, how come you won't tell me the rules °°°
°°° I'll never listen, I'm a fool °°°
°°° I hope the guilt makes this the pain, I hope you never love again °°°
°°° Take a loaded gun & blow my fantasy away °°°
°°° If I was to give in the fight would soon begin °°°
°°° Did you give up on the one's who gave up on me °°°
°°° I don't care anymore if I let you down °°°
°°° All the change in my life just fell away °°°
°°° Clever got me this far, then tricky got me in °°°
°°° I am what I'm after I don't need another friend °°°
°°° Peripheral on the package, don't care to settle in °°°
°°° Yeah I'm a selfish bastard but at least I'm not alone °°°
°°° Be careful how you respond cause you might end up in this song °°°
°°° The more you try to erase me the more I appear °°°
°°° You know the answer so why do you ask °°°
°°° Don't think I'd be pleased with you °°°
°°° But if you need forgiveness I don't know °°°
°°° Look at what her son's done °°°
°°° I'm packed whenever I'm down °°°
°°° Cause I'm just a crazy mixed up kid...
out comes the truth when you take off the lid °°°
°°° I had no idea it was going to end in such tragedy °°°

We've got the 80's baby!! Come get your retro fix.

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Playlist :

Don Henley - "The Boys Of Summer"
Psychedelic Furs - "Love My Way"
Breathe - "Hands To Heaven"
Bruce Hornsby - "That's Just The Way It Is"
Def Leppard - "Love Bites"
Paul Simon - "Cecelia"
Talk Talk - "It's My Life"
Richard Marx - "Should Have Known Better"
Scorpions - "Winds Of Change"
Til Tuesday - "Voices Carry"
Tears For Fears - "Everybody Wants To Rule The World"
Journey - "Don't Stop Believing"
The Outfield - "I Don't Wanna Lose Your Love Tonight"
A-Ha - "Take On Me"
Pat Benetar - "Love Is A Battlefield"

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Lyrics to show's intro:

NURSE: Excuse me? Doctor? Do you have a moment?

DOCTOR: A moment? What's the question?

NURSE: More of a situation, a gentleman in exam 3.

DOCTOR: What's the problem?

NURSE: That is the problem, we're not sure.

DOCTOR: You got the chart?

NURSE: Right here.

DOCTOR: Not much here is there?

NURSE: No doctor, no obvious physical trauma. Vitals are stable.

DOCTOR: Name?

NURSE: No sir.

DOCTOR: Did someone drop him off? Maybe we could speak to them. Let's get some background on this fella.

NURSE: No ID. Nothing (heavy breathing in background) And he won't speak to anybody.

DOCTOR: Well, let's say hello. Good Morning, I'm Dr. Lawson. How are you today? How - are - you today?! Look son, you're in a safe place. We wanna help in whatever way we can. But you need to talk to us. We can't help you otherwise. What's happened? Tell me everything.

Random lyrics from this show's chest full of MP3's :

°°° Got my sights locked in I can see you breathe °°°
°°° Got a badge for my scars just the other day,
wore it proud for the sake of my sanity °°°
°°° Listen closely to what I say °°°
°°° Troubles will come and they will pass °°°
°°° No matter what you say you're still so blind to me °°°
°°° Here by my side you are destruction °°°
°°° Never turn your back on me again °°°
°°° Careful, you be careful °°°
°°° You're such an inspiration for the ways
that I will never ever choose to be °°°
°°° I'm sorry it's my fault I wasn't there to see whatever you became °°°
°°° How am I supposed to love you °°°
°°° Loving you might even kill me °°°
°°° I'm daring people to jump off roofs with me °°°

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Random lyrics from this show's chest full of MP3's :

°°° Lets see if I'm hearing this right °°°
°°° I'm reclaiming their minds °°°
°°° But you're feeling so bad cause you know °°°
°°° I forget everything I learn °°°
°°° I've got to let it go and leave it gone °°°

One of my random writings from the past 7 years
[ from today's date or the closest to it ] :

12.19.00 : untitled

You panicked. Over the volume of the fear ringing between your ears. Lick the salt from your hand. Don't try to cover me up. Smother me. You broke me. Don't push me into the past. You broke me. I'll never leave. You broke me.

Random lyrics from this show's chest full of MP3's :

°°° It breaks my heart to see you go °°°
°°° With one hand high you'll show them your progress °°°
°°° No one cares °°°
°°° Can you show me the way from crazy °°°
°°° You only think about yourself °°°
°°° You better bend before I go °°°
°°° Barely surviving has become my purpose °°°
°°° If I could just see you... °°°

Random lyrics from this show's chest full of MP3's :

°°° You know I expected so much more from you °°°
°°° You will be dispensed with when you become inconvenient °°°
°°° I cannot live, I can't breathe unless you do this with me °°°
°°° But I'm fine °°°
°°° I won't break this silence that we've shared for so long...
I will be strong °°°
°°° My reflection says you're in pain, you're insane, can't explain
why I tend to think these things °°°
°°° Family photo, comb your hair, wear a smile, wear a tie...
lie & don't be camera shy °°°
°°° And it's beginning to get to me °°°

Another single MP3 that keeps me thinking of Michelle. She will always remain pasted to the layers of my heart.

The song's lyrics:

No more gold lights for the queen earth to keep you warm in your kingdoms
High on the waves you make for us
But not since you left have the waves come
The bar is dead and the rocket's rain is keeping you wet in your deathbed
So high on the waves you made for us
And not since you left have the waves come...
Have the waves come...

7.19.06 : I can feel you speaking to me when it rains

I've discovered another song that makes me think of you. Will be adding it to my tribute playlist as soon as I go home tonight. I've really been missing you, M. I never feel your presence in my rooms anymore. My television works fine again. And my lightbulbs never blow out anymore. The 75 watt stock has been restacked. The surplus bringing even more sadness. Because you're completely in heaven now. And it could be a while until I get to hug and feel your smile again. Just keep knowing that I miss and think of you always. Always wondering about the conversations that we could have had each afternoon. Because today I'd have probably talked to you about my sister's graduation party and my ideas for a new art piece. I'd have asked you if Big Stew still avoided you. And if you would be proud of me if I told you that I'm about to go head to head with my greatest fear. And plant the truth out in the open for everyone to see. Because I've been hoping that you're still proud of me. For all of the art that I've been making. For the solo side projects that I've kept up with. I love you, Michelle. And I already know that you're proud of me. And even from heaven... you will always be there for me.

7.19.06 : cherry pepsi for all

Today I went to Wendy's and bought a mandarin chicken salad. It's what I do when my heart is hurting. It's what I do when I'm missing you like crazy. When I can no longer stand the silence of your laughter. I hate not having you around, M. I fucking hate it. But the salad was the last thing that I had seen you eat. Because I recommended it's ingredients and you took me up on the thought of it. The evening I drove to the restaurant and picked it up for you. We sat in your livingroom and ate dinner together. We watched your sister's "Walk the Line" DVD and we breathed together. It was the last time that I saw you. The last time that I looked into your eyes. As I stepped into your grip for my final hug.

Random lyrics from this show's chest full of MP3's :

°°° I feel like taking a razorblade... and on my wrist write an invitation °°°
°°° I feel like taking a loaded gun...
and in my mouth blowin up the ocean °°°
°°° Come to where I'm from, come to where I come from °°°
°°° My room too small to get by without the help of alcohol °°°
°°° Pin my arm to the wall... now I'm too gone not afraid to fall °°°
°°° Waking up at dawn to find I've lost my crown °°°

One of my random writings from the past 7 years
[ from today's date or the closest to it ] :

6.22.05 : untitled

Impossible to cope with. A strung-out mind freak that writes from the back of the notebook forward. Spray paint your anger into the medicine tablets that line up my name.

There's only one MP3 available here. It makes me think of Michelle.

These are the lyrics:

We listen to the tales and romanticize,
How we follow the path of the hero

Boast about the day when the rivers overrun,
How we'll rise to the height of our halo.

Listen to the tales as we all rationalize
Our way into the arms of the savior
Fading all the trials and the tribulations,

None of us have actually been there,
Not like you...

The ignorant fibbers in the congregation
Gather around spewing sympathy,
Spare me...

None of them could even hold a candle up to you
Blinded by choices, hypocrites
Won't see

But enough about the collective judas
Who could deny you were the one who illuminated
Your little piece of the divine

This little light of mine it gives your past unto me,
I'll let it shine,
to guide you safely on your way

Your way home...

Ohh, what are they gonna do when the lights go down
Without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they gonna do when the rivers overrun
Other than tremble incessantly?

High as a wave
But I'll rise on up off the ground.
You are the light and the way
They'll only read about
I only pray heaven knows
When to lift you out

10000 days in the fire is long enough.
You're going home...

You're the only one who can hold your head up high,
Shake your fist at the gates saying,
"I have come home now!"

Fetch me the spirit, the son and the father,
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.

"It's time now!
My time now!
Give me my
Give me my wings!"...

Give me my (x5)

"Give me my wings"

You are the light, the way, that they will only read about

Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance
Burden of proof tossed upon non-believers.
You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence,
Judith Marie, unconditional one.

Daylight dims leaving cool flourescence.
Difficult to see you in this light.
Please forgive this bold suggestion:
Should you see your maker's face tonight
Look him in the eye
Look him in the eye and tell him
I never lived a lie, never took a life,
But surely saved one
Hallejullah,
It's time for you to bring me home.

5.4.06 : there's something uncomfortable about writing in regards to a permanently vacant friend

You've had my full attention, M. I know you've been gesturing and talking to me. From your pictured perfect version of heaven. M's heaven. You've had plenty left to share. The multiple burnt out light bulbs and flickering television set only begin to tell a part of this story. I've felt you standing next to me. Turned around out of nowhere one day. And waived to you from the middle of my basement's staircase. Knowing that you were returning the gesture with a smile and an invisible wave of your own. You touched my shoulder as I walked into the kitchen on Easter's afternoon. And I wasn't scared. I'm not scared of your signs. I'm calm and open when you come approaching. Because you've been the only complete one. To help me through your death. You're reaching to me from a higher place. A bright beautiful place. You've been telling me that it's okay. That God took away the cancer and it's pain. That he/she has made you happy and comfortable and at peace again. You're happy and you're warm. You're okay now. That's what you've said. But I want to tell you that I miss you. And I do tell you that I miss you. As I speak and launch my lungs to the open silent air. You know that I miss you so much. I love you so much. I just want to hear your voice.

I want to again steal the nightly hugs from your grinning grip. I want to walk to you with my absurd penned sketches in hand. And let you tape them up onto your walls. I want to surprise you with cups of Starbucks chai tea and cold apple pies from McDonalds. I wish that I still had invitations to come and watch movies with you in your peaceful living room. I want to hang out with you. To sit down and eat lunch with you and laugh with you. I want to debate with you. And talk about art and it's inspiration. About refilling yourself with inspiration.....

I miss you so much. I miss you too much to even continue these words.....

Random lyrics from this show's chest full of MP3's :

°°° You're gonna see a demon unleashed in me
that you've never seen °°°
°°° You're pitiful °°°
°°° Why are you still alive °°°
°°° I lost myself inside your tainted smile again °°°
°°° I feel betrayed °°°
°°° I can't deal with this shit anymore I just look away °°°
°°° You promised only pain °°°
°°° I'm sure of your ability to become my perfect enemy °°°
°°° Wake up and face me, don't play dead, cause maybe
some day I will walk away and say you disappoint me °°°
°°° Passive aggressive bullshit °°°
°°° Suck a drag off of death °°°
°°° Tell me please who the fuck did you want me to be °°°
°°° I'm still wearing this miserable skin °°°
°°° The pain that I'm just erasing °°°
°°° So what the fuck is with you °°°
°°° My heart inside is constantly hating,
I'm sorry I just threw you away °°°
°°° They don't give a fuck about you like I do °°°
°°° Try to give you warning but everyone ignores me °°°
°°° I got a heart full of pain, a head full of stress, a hand
full of anger held in my chest °°°
°°° And the people that started it... just like you °°°
°°° I still remember when she looked at me,
a frown upon her face, trying to be sincere °°°
°°° This cloud won't always hover over me °°°

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Random lyrics from this show's palm full of MP3's :

°°° It feels good to know you're mine °°°
°°° Where did I wrong, I lost a friend somewhere along
in the bitterness °°°
°°° How did I come to this. I dreamed myself a thousand times
around the world but I can't get out of this place °°°
°°° But all the colors mix together to gray °°°
°°° I was there, it wasn't like that °°°
°°° I don't know why you bother... nothing's ever
good enough for you °°°
°°° You've come here just to start a fight °°°
°°° So many times I'm down with the ground °°°
°°° I'm not a bad man I'm just overwhelmed °°°
°°° While I was busy waging wars on myself,
you were trying to stop the fight °°°
°°° So I’ll drive so fucking far away that I never cross your mind °°°
°°° Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home °°°

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Sorry for the inconvenience.

Random lyrics from this show's palm full of MP3's :

°°° So did the sympathy for me start to fade °°°
°°° Just another lonely box beneath her bed °°°
°°° Tell me now is there difference between a shark & the
ghost of a shark °°°
°°° If I plead insanity can I still crash at your place °°°
°°° If art is still inside I feel it °°°
°°° Take all these strings that they call my veins and wrap
them around every fucking thing °°°
°°° Difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed °°°
°°° I can't get today out of my mind °°°
°°° Here I am expecting just a little bit too much
from the wounded °°°
°°° But I see through it all... see you °°°
°°° Something hit me somewhere right between the eyes °°°
°°° Hardly even knew your name °°°
°°° & you make sure I eat today °°°
°°° I'll never say that I won't make you cry °°°
°°° I know I'm leaving but I'll be back another day °°°

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Random lyrics from this show's palm full of MP3's :

°°° Please burn off this sin when I'm gone °°°
°°° I'm a liar, a thief & an apology °°°
°°° I'm a dreamer, and when I wake, you can't break my spirit,
it's my dreams you take °°°
°°° I am here for you if you'd only care °°°
°°° And I still hold your hand in mine when I'm asleep °°°
°°° All I ever say & all I ever do is just a message for you °°°
°°° If you let me... I could love you to death °°°
°°° I can't get today out of my mind °°°
°°° It's just my version of the truth °°°
°°° I'll dress like your nurse & wash your swollen feet °°°
°°° & true love waits in haunted outtakes
°°° There's nothing like the pain I feel for you °°°
°°° I am always here °°°

My great friend Michelle has gone atop the cloud's structure. She's gone and left her lungs and her impressions behind. These aren't all of the writings that I've written that have involved her. These are just the paragraphs that I've chosen to share.

After M's death, this is the only song that I could listen to. I listened to it the morning that I got the call[s] of her death. I listened to it for 2 straight solid weeks. I listen to it... & it still makes me cry.

june : 17 : 2005 : adopted mother michelle

And I just found out what has happened. You've already been missing from work for 3+ months. Out with a bad back. The reasoning for your pain the doctor's couldn't figure out. So you and they and me and everyone else. Figured it out all together. You have cancer. Sitting in it's own dumb fucking ugly rocking chair. Right next to your shell-shocked spine. I'm so sorry. I'm so sad and breaking on the inside for you. My heart won't stay inside it's normal cemented box. I cried as soon as I heard it. Hoping that I had heard it wrong. Hoping that some asshole was a sick joke teller with no morals or decency. I love you. You're one of the nicest people that I've ever met. By a far fucking long shot. You are the nicest. And I'm not turning these sentences out for the situation's sake. That type of shit is never in or on top of my agenda. I tell the truth just the way it is. And you don't deserve this. I want you to beat this so bad. Counter fucking punching your odds to their deserved death. I'd do anything I could for you. If it would make a difference. Even if it wouldn't. You were one of the only 2 there for me during the disaster period of my life. When my mother turned all of her back on me. She next to hated me. Yet you still went to lunch with me and took me to museums. You kept pushing me towards art. Both others and my own. I never got tired of you asking to see it. Asking if I did it. I'd even let you read my writings. While you waited for the assembly of my book. You taught me how to do laundry and even listened to and liked my music. You gave me advice. Tried to explain the doings of an upset parent. You listened to me always. Always smiling and accepting and loving and constantly caring. I like the way you laugh. I told you you were better to me than my own family. And you told me that no one could replace family.

june : 17 : 2005 : ...

I still can't get over it. When something is directly affecting all of my emotional triggers. I'm usually stuck with it for days. Sometimes years. It's just the way I am. I am with feelings. I do care about other's feelings. I come way over the fucking top at times. Most of the time. But you'll learn how to take me. Or at least you should. Over time.

july : 25 : 2005 : monday mode seeping through

Filling yourself with gullible gallons and thank you-ing the dumb things that people hand you in life. Could possibly be one of those ridiculous hands that you're stuck with and forced to play. Could be the only chance you'll ever have to learn and strengthen. In a dramatically different sense. It shouldn't have happened. A friend trying to stay atop the life fight with cancer. I wear Lance's LIVESTRONG bracelet. Day in and day out. Ignoring it's late fashion trend and mediad magic. I'm supporting her with a simple recognition. A $1 rubberized tribute. Injected with plenty of meaning. Plenty of love and admiration. If you can't indirectly feed off of someone else's triumphs and blood coated accomplishments. What will it say about you. What can you say about yourself. When the fire blows out. I've got a lack of follow-through. But feel at ease with my aggressive style of love. Defending to the death is the only way it can really mean something. Impacting your eyeballs with it's largely constructed structure. Taking too much of the blame. Just for the good look's sake. Wanting reassurance and a mother's overtone. Make it okay and I won't know how to handle it. Comfort, security, happiness, repetition and the safety net. Scare me the most. Chaos is in the blood. Torment and the unexpected are the drugs.

august : 07 : 2005 : m

It's true that you might need a bone marrow transplant. At some point during the rough and scuffed walk of your recovery road. I'll do it for you. Ready to fight my way to the front of the line. No matter how much pain they say is involved. No matter how crooked the needle. I'm still doing it. Doing whatever I can to help you. I love you, Michelle. I miss the sound of your heart.

august : 30 : 2005 : michelle aka meesh aka m aka adopted mother michelle

There isn't much that I can/could write. To describe the mood and sentiment and magnitude of the situation. Everyone has taken bits and pieces of their conversations with you and your family. The newest news. Is that you've been back in the ICU. In cautious coated critical condition. For almost 2 weeks now. It's hard because no one really knows what's happening to you. We don't know what it's like. To go through your days of pain and fear. I miss you. I want to talk to and hear you smile. Your son says that you'll never work again. More than likely. You'll never come back here. I want you to get better. You've hit my heart in so many ways. I've known you for so long. And you've never been anything but strong and kind and better than unique. You've got a gathering of fans. A circle of faces that love you so damn much. I love you, Michelle. I know that you'll make it past all of these struggles. Your life is still yours. And it's waiting for you to pick up the camera.

august : 31 : 2005 : michelle

While having a conversation with the smack today. Your name came up. Instantly bringing up my tears. Choking my throat up right along with it. It was hard to talk with a girl that just lost her father. Getting too caught up in the moment. All I could do was hang up and keep driving. I miss you so much. I've barely ever prayed in my life. The direct requests that I ask for never get touched. Give me a break and don't say it. I already know. I'd feel guilty if I started to now. But now is the time to stretch your limbs and reach for something bigger. Reaching beyond the normal. It's the only thing that I'll ask for. You to get better and overcome the sickness. To get a break from the hospital and it's staff. I love you. I'm going to ask for some help for you. Keep fighting, M.

september : 07 : 2005 : no progress to report

Much hasn't changed with your details. That we at least know of. You're still in the ICU. Quickly turning into one full month. I heard that an infection put you there. I hate this. You have to get better.

Cold's "God's Song" makes me think of you lately. And it sucks. There's really no positive in it. I can't help it. These are the lyrics:

A victim to another level
That no one ever cared about
The way I ease my suffering
Is killing me again
I would not prescribe this feeling for you
A pain with slow sustain
Like a sad song lives on

When the world won't take you back
You know everyone's the same
Were all a part in god's song

Can't live with this pain forever
There's nothing left to talk about
The rain outside is troubling
It takes me back again
If I can't describe my feelings for you
The game will never change
Like a sad song lives on

september : 08 : 2005 : michelle's voice kicked the cylinders out of my heart. I'm happy.

It's almost 5a and I'm still awake. By myself. Drinking alone. But I'm happy. Let that rare emotion count for something. For once. For anything. I got to hear your voice again today. Michelle. I put the time of this week into your painting. Between the full 8 hours and the overtime. I sat at my desk and put my hand & thoughts into your piece. All I wanted was your smile. Your happiness. I wanted to try and take your mind off of the pain. For as many seconds/minutes as I could steal. I loved talking with you. Listening to your voice. It was the first time that I heard you laugh. In 4+ months. The first time I got to joke around with what seemed like a semi-copy of the old you. I love you, M. You made references to the future. My heart kicked into it's notches when I heard those references. You promised to help me with my art. With the comic strip. To collaborate and give me ideas for character's personalities, etc. I'll do it. I'm done with wasting my talent. I'm not insulting anyone up to this point. I've taken everyone's advice. It's just taken me up to this point. To get a hard swung, homefront delivered, final message. I didn't promise. But I told you that I'd continue to create. To embellish with art. I told you that I wouldn't do it without you. Now you've got to collaborate with me. You gave me your word that you would. You gave me happiness with that word. Thank you.

september : 08 : 2005 : m

I was awake at 5:30a. When it started to rain. That's when I thought of you the most.

september : 20 : 2005 : Michelle sent and started off with the ideas

I'll never care if I start to sound like a broken record. You're all that I can think about today. Most days. You completely kicked the biggest dose of happiness into my day. Thank you x 5,000. You sent your personal message to me through someone else. She told me what you said. What you wanted me to know. You've been brainstorming and coming up with ideas for the comic strip. For the "South of France" strip. It takes place in France. With 5 young kids that hang out in a French cafe all day. They make fun of the people that deserve it. Anyone and everyone. Now you want me to come up with their looks. I'll make time for it and get started right away. Because that's what you want. Thank you, M. For making me happy today. I was so sad and upset and angry yesterday. My heart was bleeding for you. This comic strip collaboration means everything to me. Because it involves you. It gets you to have fun with something. To look to the future. To hopefully forget about things for a few minutes when you're gathering the ideas.

september : 29 : 2005 : you can see the point where my mind went off in a better & more important direction

Wanting to get some writing done. Spill the text from my cranium's core. I might feel better about myself. If I tell you what I've been thinking about & of myself. My punctuation is being switched to the way that I've always laid it down in my notebooks. The word "and" is being substituted with an ampersand. And the word "with" is being replaced w/this alternative. There. That's it as far as my gruesome grammar goes. Pointless and painless. But at least I've appreciated you enough to bring you up to speed. Just like my P-G boss did w/me today. He told me that his last night's conversation w/Michelle included her being upbeat about the comic strip & painting that I created for her. She was tired & sad as far as her health & situation went. But interested on behalf of everything else she felt like pitching into the conversation. She still loves the painting. Talks about it w/everyone. She's still remembering & focusing on the comic strip. My friendliest & most meaningful of collaborations. It means so much to me that you're in on this 50-50 w/me Michelle. M. I'll make you proud. I promise that I'll make you happy w/my effort and ability to keep you in on the action. I'll work as hard as I can to get it to the famous level. That's long-shot thinking. But the thinking that I'm aiming for. Being able to make money from a comic strip so I can practically give all of it to you. As an appreciation to you. A helping figure. A thank you & an I've always loved you.

For everyone that's not knowledgable of the comic strip. Here goes:

It's called "The South of France" & no, I did not come up w/that name. A friend of mine thought it up around 5 years ago. It stuck because I never had the interest to change it. I've never been interested in comic strips. But my friends always told me that I should buckle down & create one. I'm not commited enough for a weekly wacky commitment. So I ignored them. Ignored until a few weeks ago. When Michelle called to thank me for the painting. She told me that I should stop turning my back to the talent. That I should do something w/it and stop being wasteful. I listened to her because she's right. She's always right. She's always known how to influence & correctly direct me. She told me to create the comic strip. I told her that I'd do it only if she helped me w/it. And she agreed. She's responsible for the personalities and 1/2 of the content. I'm responsible for the execution and the other 1/2 of the material. And there you've got it. I tell stupid stories. But you get the idea.

So far. From M's direction. It takes place in France. With 5 young people that hang out in a French cafe all day. They make fun of everyone. Including the French. Basically. They make fun of anyone that needs & deserves it. She's still got her sense of humor. And I'm looking forward to seeing more & more of it.

Once this strip gets going. Everyone has to buy it. Family member, closest friend, enemy or not. Please buy it & let me contribute the few bucks to her & her bills/medical bills. Thank you in advance.

september : 29 : 2005 : Michelle. I tag it this way so it will never be doubted that it's about & to you

After writing about you. I feel like I'm small when I'm stacked up next to you. And I appreciate feeling that way. You're so steady & strong and walking towards everything unknown. With your head screwed on in it's highest position. I know that you break down & smash face first into your IV strings & monotone monitors. I know that you bleed quicker and more violently and more passionately than the best of them. You have been a life lesson for me. A perfectly poured rock that will never fall from my pocket's lining. I've never told you that I loved you to your face. I don't think that I ever had to. I think you knew & now know. What you've always meant to me. I want to send you everything that I've ever written about you. Past & present included. But I'm afraid to. Afraid that I'm policing my own crazy boundaries. And making the poorest of judgements. I don't want you to read the "please don't pencil my friend in to die" type of lines. But at the same time. I want you to see that the most aggressive style can impact you straight to your heart. And produce the most sincerest symphony of decibals. I'm running w/love only. This is how it sounds when it falls from my mouth.

january : 04 : 2006 : M

Thank you God. Thank you very much. For one time answering one of my rarest prayers. I just got the best news that's ever been created. The most insane fucking unbelievable news ever. Michelle is coming back to work this Monday. I don't even think that I can properly pen the calibur of this. So I won't.

february : 03 : 2006 : Michelle

I don't know why I didn't write about it until know. Trying to stay humble and keep it under my breath until now. I finally got to visit you face to face. Michelle. I got to see the face that I've loved & respected for so long now. And it's your face and your voice and your heart that I remember the most. Your thin body with your thinning hair was just a small step to lift my legs over. I love you. I wasn't afraid to look at you. I liked to look at you. Look into your sincere eyes. Your sad sunken eyes. To listen to your voice outside of a twisted phone cord. You made my Saturday. Two Saturdays ago. You made that the best Saturday of my life. Yet I was already missing you by Sunday. We spent 4 hours together. Working on the comic strip. Hooking our brains up to one another. Collaborating and splattering up your dining room table. Eating pizza. Watching 30 minutes of Wallace & Gromit. I brought all of my paintings to share with you. To let you critique and comment on them. I enjoyed your company. Fully. I didn't want it to end. But your strength gave out by mid-evening. I don't think I'll ever have the courage to tell you how much you mean to me. How much I think about you on a daily basis. I waited 3/4 of the year. Just to get to you and your hug. Just to see you again. And it was your hug that scared me. Feeling all of the bones in your thinned back. Your hug scared and moved and reassured me all at the same time. Because you're here. You're breathing and fighting and fighting still. You are here, M. Please don't leave. Don't let anything take you from us. From your family. From your friends. From your home. From this life. From your important and most inspiring position. From me. I love your friendship. Please don't want to go.

march : 06 : 2006 : after watching Coppola's "KOYAANISQATSI" this is how I felt

None of us really know anything. When we can't even relate to one another. Each other is the same. And still we cannot compromise. And love and agree and remain willing. To look at things as if they belonged to us also. Each pain is the same. And still we want our blood to sound more important. Smile and experience with each other. Enjoy and validate each other. It's okay. Unwind and embrace and untie the kinks in your neck. Beauty is still in the air. You just forgot how to look and reach for it. Start reaching for it before you forget again.

march : 20 : 2006 : everything's on tap tonight - you've come knocking on my lazy ink pen

Walking out of work with the feelings that I had. Felt terrible. Comparable to an under-the-weather of sorts. But multiplied by 50. I hope that I had left part of my heart with you. When I responed and told you that I loved you too. Finally I voiced & kicked those 3 words from my throat. Because it's true, M. You've been stapled into the lining of my heart for so long now. A free-roaming fixture. I love you so damn much. Would be plain insanity to even try and describe it's calibur. It's unnerving because I don't think I'll ever get to show you. The levels of respect and admiration that I have for you. Exactly the way that I'd like to. I want you to believe and willingly accept all of my feelings for the complete truth that they are. You are the most inspiring woman that I have ever crossed paths with. You are my steady and silent motivator. And unlike what you say. I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you for what you've done for me. I can't pin you with an IOU. That's chump change compared to what I've learned and gained from you. And you have to take this. This is truth. Straight-delievered from this immature France.

april : 10 : 2006 : I can't say goodbye

I love you, Michelle. You died this morning. I love you. I miss you.

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Quote: "How frighteningly few are the persons whose death
would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty."

Author: Eric Hoffer