Man, when left to his own devices, can be the bane of his own very existence.

A mind, when left to its own devices, will allow a man to soar before bringing him to his knees.

Deflated

The poem got canned,

The usual lyrics no longer apply,

The downside of creativity

Is not when it runs dry

(The sincerity of rhyme

Is always in question...)

Finding this amid the clouds in your coffee

Or that in the cracks of the sidewalk,

It isn't hard to find your game

Or make up my own rules

I wish it hadn't been so humid today. It was really nice outside, but really muggy. So I opted to spend the majority of my day inside with Ryan playing the original Halo. How all beautiful Saturdays should be spent...

I wrote the title to this post before I even knew what I was gonna put up. I never do that, it's limiting. Only this time it just seemed right.

And besides, despite the morose title I feel better. I know why too, which is always more rewarding.

"There is no way our shirt cured AIDS"

A little more PBS and then time for bed.

W.T.F.

Last summer at band camp and throughout the season, we had the privilege of our very own camera crew. They were filming a documentary about marching band and for some reason decided to use UVa as one of their lead bands. They were French, thus the subject of many cheap jokes but also pretty cool. Partied with us a couple times, I got the hot producer to put out her french cigarette and dance with me at the BOX. Basically, all around chill people.

And then they went and pulled shit like this.

Look at this promo poster:

Do you see that? DO YOU SEE THAT?!

Disgusting...

Filthy isn't it?

Look at all those... all those black people...

Now, ordinarily I wouldn't be mad. I mean hey, instead of making sure their diversity ratio is just PC enough , they just took whatever pictures they had and made a pretty cool collage. Respect, right?

Wrong.

They fucked up on one important detail: They didn't put me in it.

WHAT THE HELL, GUYS! Out of maybe 7 black people in the band, you pick the 6 that aren't ME?! Even Dave Chappelle's on the damn poster...

I say we rise against this fascist corporation of cheap, liberal, European independent film makers and boycott their filth rags. Or at least get a picture of me on one of their promo posters...

Seriously though, I did the math... There was like an 86% chance of me being on that poster. You suck.

"WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?"

Not as emo as it sounds, just a legitimate question i was asked recently.

Old Navy has a really disturbing marketing technique. Talking mannequins. Fusked up....

It's weird, I miss people I've seen today and I miss people who i haven't seen since el charro's. Sad. I can't wait till you come balks.

It seems we living the american dream
But the people highest up got the lowest self esteem
The prettiest people do the ugliest things

Oops

http://www.knifescam.piczo.com/?cr=6

He still gets a little choked up over Tiananmen square

He stood on the crest of the hill overlooking the city. He knew the storm was coming, but he turned his back to it. Not out of fear or direspect, he had quickly learned that those were luxuries that only those destined to fail could afford. He had seen a thousand storms. He wanted to feel a thousand more.

She found him where she left him. Not that she had ever been there before, she just knew better. Her soft smile awoke him from his trance and he looked at her. 

Then they looked at each other.

After a few seconds he found his voice.

"I left it on vibrate for you"