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Written on 4:54AM

On Wednesday, 

March 4th, 2015
I despise the fact that I’m writing at this moment, not so much the writing aspect of it, however it’s the fact that all my greatest prose projects appear in my head close to the dawn. On occasion, I have woken from a deep slumber in the wee hours of the morning to extract creative juices from my skull. At times I feel stronger than those around me sometimes even arrogant that my ideas can stem beyond my control, beyond sleep- yet it seems I am one of many. How many of you reading this now have felt a dying desire for rest but become plagued with mindless thoughts as your pillow hits your head? I’d like to believe this is the mark of a special type of thinker- a creator. Musicians, writers, and artists alike are understood to be best at their most eccentric, often referred to as a little crazy but ‘not in a bad way’. It seems to me that sometimes insomnia often comes as part of the deal- a blessing and a curse. 

If I recall correctly, half of my writing last month was written on the cusp of exhaustion, and my newest song-writing attempt was hashed out from midnight till five in one long-night’s work. This ability (or curse) to loose sight of your most basic needs for the sake of creativity is an heirloom inherited for the purpose of breaking expectations, setting new goals, and conquering your imagination – passed down by the awe spoken masters of the old world. Dalí confessed his greatest works came to him in the drowned of the morning, staving off sleep for better brush strokes. Though it can hardly be said that insomnia is the mark of a genius, it’s what you will choose to make of it when you stay up that has the final say . As a 23 year old male who loves writing before anyone’s woken up- my solution to other creative insomniacs is to get your thoughts out on paper or canvas, then see if the bed feels softer. For some, however I think we’ll just keep writing. 


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Posted by on May 26, 2015 in Journal Entries, Readings, Writings


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Lyrics- A Quick Little F@!k You On Popular Culture and Politics

Conservation’s overrated 

Popular culture is jaded 

Instigate your changes, baby

All the excuses we give just feel

Yeah feel, like this world is going nowhere

Complicated jargon lately

Politics and nice cars, maybe?

In the end it all seems shady

Voting in their booths to say they feel

Yeah feel, like this world is going nowhere 


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Posted by on May 23, 2015 in Journal Entries, Music, Writings


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My seconds graze

the clock hands’ shade

A mind’s race goes for daze

Suns rays erase a watch’s stain

Even on the glare’s long days,

Our shadowplay moves yesterdays

To powdered futures, bronzed and glazed

A moment grows yet remains the same

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Posted by on May 23, 2015 in Journal Entries, Writings


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“Don’t waste yourself in rejection, Nor bark against the bad, but chant the beauty of the good.”

~~Ralph Emerson


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Wonder-taken on broken breath

bracing for a white compact

the air was racing cold and cool

I felt the frame shake

the noise was mute,

my tanks on empty my seatbelt’s there

toes are crossed

my hairs are reared

the mirror’s fine

the taillights too,

I shove it and park

kick the brake and retort,

the smell of the airbags

escapes from my door,

The stranger I met

hugged me and swore,

thank god we’re okay

fuck, yeah we’re alive

My front light was smashed

but the ice looked so nice…

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Posted by on February 23, 2015 in Journal Entries, Writings


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Before the Dawn

My favorite moments

lay close before the dawn,

sheepish hours of yesterday

clinging to the lawns

stillness laughs triumphant

and casts the birdsongs off

purple-lighted murals

enchanted by the stars

cloaked in desperation

longing for moon’s pause

shrouded with light’s gauze

in ever-changing awe.

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Posted by on February 23, 2015 in Journal Entries, Readings, Writings


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Just Bustadelic Lyrics- The GRooVe

Behold! New Lyrics from my psychedelic funk blues rock band, Just Bustadelic. This new song has become our favorite so far and I decided it only fitting to not only post the lyrics here but a link to a shoddy video recording demo of what is coming to be known as The GRooVe 

Just Bustadelic Lyrics- The GRooVe

Give me the answer please

We need a way around

this dream, and every sound

Is just a lie, you know!

Heard it on the news

we are the glue, in this world, and the next one too,

and the next one two

Well I’m afraid to lose myself my friend

and sometimes we may miss a step

but so did the best, and so will the rest

This isn’t life, This is a test…

Wake me, I sleep too much

Break me, a spark to touch

shows me, that I can love

my blood, can still run true

And I want it to,

get back to the groove

I can love too

And I should love to!

Tell me we can still groove,

Tell me that you groove too,

if you trip on your shoe

get back up and back to grooving (x4)

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Posted by on February 17, 2015 in Music, Writings


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