"But at least I got an A, so I don't have them to blame"

Sir Ken Robinson: Do schools kill creativity?

Broadview to Pape

The city lights hum and buzz
Drowning the dark in warm light
Cars pass by in a long blur
Leaving a trail of yellow and red
I take a deep inhale I let the smoke invade my lungs
I hold it in
A exaggerated exhale
A cloud of smoke tries to occupy the vast outdoors
I watch it evaporate
Until the next exhale turns the night into a haze

The Microphones-The Glow pt 2
Stand out lyric "I'm Still fresh, I hold onto life with feeling"

"Time exists just on your wrist, don't panic"

A mirror image
A perfect reflection bends almost breaks
A twirling of colours
Swirls into a new recycled picture
A new perception
Evokes a new memory
As the old ones fade away
inspiration forms
And you are left wondering
How you got here
And where it all began

"Gonna wash my bones in the Alantic shore"

Its seems like its been ages, since I walked through one of the most interesting houses I had the pleasure to step foot in, and now in this moment reflecting back, I am sadden that I will not be able to step foot in it again. I guess that's what memories are for, they instantly take you back to a place, a time or a person.

This house really inspired me to become a home owner, something I have always felt the urge to do, but never have I had such of feeling of home, in a completely new environment. The house is a painting, love is all over the walls, a calm warmth washes over you as you creek up the old stairs case. Everything is hung with love and care, home cook meals spill out of the oven everyday, and if you are chilli, there is always a warm hand made sweater to steal the cold away.

Its bright colours are carefully crafted, it was as if I helped choose the colours and help hang each picture, I had a instant sense of comfort, a home away from home, the house accepted me as its own and I accepted it as my own, I never longed for my own bed, the familiarity of my own apartment, it is the perfect get away with an amazing home owner that always treated me as one of her own, and that is something I that will forever be imprinted in my memory.

Radiohead Nice Dream
Stand out lyric "They dug me my very own garden Gave me sunshine, made me happy Nice dream"

Gus being the boss

I am calling you out Ms Lapanse although I agree Monty is a dream boat.

Kristin is dope as fuck, totally inspired me to let my inner self out, she seeps art and creativity out of ever pour, visit her at Feminine Thought, you won't be disappointed.

Oh yeah let the blog off begin my friend, night out sooner then later as well

"And in the forest someone is whispering to a tree now"

Cascading colour's fade and bend
tricking the preciver
water ripples and circles grow
windows fog up
a white blanket covers in cold
winters snow has won again
until the sun can burn the cold away

Mikal Cronin- Get Along
Stand out lyric, "when I, when I'm out in the sunlight, and not thinking bout you-ooo-ooo/You-oo-ooo"

Waves breath wind on our backs

A Whisper through the trees
causes dead leaves to fall
colouring the ground
with the decay of last springs growth

Ty Segall - Pretty Baby
Stand out lyric "Pretty baby your so ugly"

"Why don't you go eat heaps and heaps of burgers, then go home and eat your wife"

A fire grows and spreads the warmth of comfort
The light flickers and dances on peoples faces
distorting there image
crackle and pop
the fire starts the conversation
spreading happiness
and the love of the out doors

Fever Ray When I grow up
Stand out lyric When I grow up, I want to be forester, run through the forest in highheels"

Wondrous light, overwhelming and blinding

It's 2:45 and I am seeing Casper
He is floating away as my heart
beats faster.

Climb into tomorrow with last nights memories on your breath.

A sleepy eye
A darken room
Tomorrow's memories wrapped in a dream.

John Maus- Hey Moon- Molly Nilsson cover
Stand out lyric "Hey moon its just me and you tonight, everyone else is asleep"

"When it's looking dark, punch the future in the face"

Tiny clocks indecisively clicking
whisk the lamp away
night

"Sometimes I feel getting old is so last year."

I have been greatly inspired by music, art and culture for as long as I can remember. I have been feeling the need to express myself lately, the urge seeps out of me, on random pieces of paper I find on my floor of my apartment, on tiny wrappers crumpled in my pockets, even in my phone when my mind travels to a different place. Words just spew out of me, I have no control over them, it is as if, I have already written and constructed the sentences before, they just fall out of my pen, and dance across the paper formulating a previous thought I had stored away in my memory. I plan on sharing these images, tones, thoughts and expressions to the abyss that is the internet. In hopes that I inspire someone else to create, think and listen