i can run, but i can't hide.

oh, you guys are sneaky.

i am delayed, but this is still something you should care about.

get on your twitters. get on your blogs. get on your facebook and myspace accounts. spread the word:

thursday, may 28th. live at the avalon. one night only. all acoustic.


emmett kinsella of the walking dead
cam trevelyan and elijah maddock of the midnight train
chloe porter of sunday bloody sunday
garbo khiell
jayda barclay
evel vastakis of evel and the minions
danny palmer of the polar bear club
brady collins of sons of uisneach
giselle shearer
anne and harvey williamsen of black out
aubrey laine
jules jonsson of soundwave
bit rawn of swan song
gabriel rawn of sodom and gomorrah

special appearances by dorian prout, scout lang, marcus lang, marten culer and alex kinsella.


all proceeds from ticket sales and merch sales will go to
http://couragecampaign.org



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so basically, everyone awesome is going to be there. you want to be there too, i'd say. listen to that first line and post about it. get people involved. make a little noise, and do something.

well that last entry was pessimistic.

on to bigger and better things,
in the confinement of smaller and crowded rooms.
claustrophobia never looked better.

one third of the way through.
these things have gone surprisingly well.
to the followers from the beginning: thank you.
to the leaders who have shared my music: thank you.
to everything in between (both good and bad): thanks.

rebuilding requires a strong foundation.
the rubble is still getting cleared, however this looks promising.
i look promising. you look promising.
maybe you do, too.
my plate always seems too full.
perhaps i will find solace in photography.
or, just maybe, in a chocolate chip cookie.

...let's not get ahead of ourselves.

i don't know who i am anymore.

i don't know where i belong.

i'm sick of everything.
i'm sick of being sick.
i'm tired of being a season.

i'm tired.

two battles lost.
things happen in threes.

tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick...

happy thoughts.

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you strike me with every colour and every nerve.

i woke up this morning.
red with hunger,
crimson with memories.
the hue burned my stomach until the only nutrient left was you.

the day progressed in orange.
caution waves throughout the pangs.
the flames crowded into a circle,
licking my skin all over to the first degree.

my bones were exposed,
but the warmth that followed extinguished the disaster.
in the end,
oranges were peeled with calloused thumbs

and it was easier to digest the future.

i feel green whenever i lay familiarity into sheets.
i swim through your iris,
because if you're all i see, i wish to be mutual.
an eye for an eye and a dream for a dream,

a morning to mourn the temporary displacement of my heart.

i belong in your eyes.
to be loved and to be scrutinized.

i couldn't predict today, tomorrow, or the future if i tried.

but i do see you in it. may you always be in it.

skies have greyed. life isn't perfect, and neither am i. however, i do like to think i do my best. when my best is not enough, or not appreciated, the skies become turbulent into a storm only you know how to funnel. i will not walk into hurricanes any longer. as much as it pains to leave it (you) behind, i need to walk where i am wanted.

i am a person. not a season.



meet the saviour of my record:



i knew that when i was doing my best, i'd be happy enough. now, i'm just proud of those who have surrounded me with the entire process. the memories, the pain, the insomnia and the lights. everything was worth it. i hope you think so, too.



march madness.

as you wish.

he's made you blind.
you're better on your own.
i'm just the kind to bring you down.

equalize the pressure, it's all too much.
sex, drugs, and image is just enough to get you by in the real world.

i miss my fambily.

vacation out. work in.
working.
blood, sweat, and tears.
almost done.

there is no release date yet, mostly because i don't want to be wrong.
pending tracklisting:

untitled album.

emotion sickness
miss you love
dearest helpless
anthem
spawn again
do you feel the same
black tangled heart
open fire
paint pastel princess
steam will rise

this will change. but i thought i'd put something out there.
something to keep your eyes peeled.

something to let you know that yes, i am alive.

you caught me.

but i'll see you on the flipside.