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Blue Scholars At The Showbox
Amazing video coverage of this shit. This makes me wanna see em live.
this just gives me 1000 more reasons to go to Seattle.
11:13 was HELLA SICKK!!
“This image is shot standing on melting ice over Bræðravatn, Mjóafjarðarheiði. The locals tell me this is never to be done again. The name, Lake of Brothers, comes from two brothers who drowned in the extremely deep and cold water after the ice broke.”
even if you think you suck at it, but you still love it: do it. ‘cause if you dont, someone who sucks even more just might get further than you did.
This is just my fingers holding a pen and writing away….in video form.
Lyrics
i wanna be happy. but i feel like god wont let me. and i know he doesnt like it when i feel cold and empty. but him and this paper are the only ones that get me. i feel all alone and outnumbered like leftys but its too late to ignore. my emotions are set free and half time i givin into everything that tempts me. and none of this may make sense but it makes sense to me. im sittin here stressin when i should be countin my blessins. but i cant help but think about my multiple confessions. its like im lost in a maze trying to locate my progression and ive heard what they say. ive heard the theories and the legends and the endless seconds shoul be enough to recon that this thing called life is like a hotel checkin. were here for a while and go through everything and then timeis up and we move on to better things. but is it supposed to be this hard? life and all of its lessons? people eating out of trashcans and girls accepting backhands people goin through depression and cuttin through their fleshn people hatin on your music and your just trying to make an impression? and ill never be known for trying to write a poem but isnt it just expression?..no one really knows this cause i try my best to hide it. and i dont know how to say it so i sit alone and write it. negativity comes in fighting and i try my best to fight it and i know the key to happiness i just dont know how to apply it. i wish that i could buy it. so i could take it home and try it. if only it were a blunt and all i had to do was light itim hurting and this whole process of learning has got me spinning and yearning for my life to start turning my life incense is burning. i feel the ash of my past ripping at whats to come and the ash will forever last evern whene our bodys are done our names will be forgotten and we wont be remembered so i guess ill live my life with a amentality uncesnsored. so even if documents of stresss piling to the knee.i wont stop smiling cause smilings free. i can touch i can taste smell hear and i can see. im blessed with decent balance of my wants and my needs..so ill try to keep my head up and ill try to keep a smile. cause ive realized that life is just one big freestyle. and ill try to stay positive no matter what a bout and take times like this just to let it all out.A lot of people may or may not know this about me, but poetry has a big place in my heart. I love the freedoms in which words can provide such a elegant form of expression. Because in that moment, when you listen to someone speak their words, you connect with them. You feel what they felt to a degree and you share experiences by the poet sharing their words with you. That connection is something that we as people are losing but that’s besides the point. For someone to say that I took part in inspiring such a truly expressive and relative piece made me tear up a bit, ill admit it. Call me a sap less of a man whatever. I relate to this cat just through his words and me and him have only chilled once. Just HIS words moved me. That’s deep.
I applaud you mike.
Peace.
