016.

You know, I could write a bunch. I could say a lot of words. I could go on and on about how wonderful the past few days have been and about how last night was unexpectedly one of the best nights of 2010. But instead I'll display it visually and keep the millions of thoughts locked inside my head and let it all out when it's time. This is just the beginning.

015.

I'm free.
Sleepovers with Tyler Mullen, Toby Foster/Eric Ayotte shows.
Leaving for days at a time, long walks and wandering around.




"Long distance phone calls and miles on transmissions and such. Ash-tray over flowing with a weeks worth of cigareette butts. All somehow seem to say hey, you shouldn't work so much. All seem to say everything is ok, try your best now to live in the moment. It's fleeting, I know it. But it's the only thing thats real, it's the only thing that anyone's got."

I can feel it coming back to life, that free feeling. The one I always said was the most important.

I miss Stacy Lynn Hornung more than I have ever missed any friend that I have ever said I miss. I've been so busy and surrounded by so much other love, that I don't feel her absence. But I know the minute we're together again a huge void will be felt and filled. There's nothing quite as important and Stace and Tes and our adventures. But we'll be back again one day.

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I decided to skip sleep last night, I'm disoriented already and I know it's only bound to get worse with the day.
But I feel like I'm seeing just how far I can go. If everything goes as planned (or unplanned?) the next 3 or so weeks of my life are going to be insane. I'm not sure I can even comprehend everything that could take place.

"i'm still fucked to death. it's still meaningless its still hit or miss. its never making sense. it all went wrong in sympathetic song. starting again with broken hymns and limbs. i want star-bound feet far from the ground . this is the most intense thing you've felt. this is two hands ripping through your chest to scrape the love from your heart."