

TrappedSometimes I question, everything that is me. Why am I who I am? Am I doing right? I don't know,Trapped
and maybe I never will. I just know I feel trapped. Not in location, but in spirit. I just wish I could get out, without loosing myself.


Stories with musicSo on occasion I like to create musical mixes that tell stories. Here's a particular favorite that i put together using various punk artists to tell about the eventual fall of America, and how I'd for-see it happening.Stories with music
The songs are played in the following order (Song title ~ Artist):
1. American Idiot ~ Green Day 2. Infected ~ Bad Religion 3. Superman ~ Bad Religion 4. Letter Bomb ~ Green Day 5. Let Them Eat War ~ Bad Religion 6. Holiday ~ Green Day 7. Blood Clot ~ Rancid 8. The Process of Be ~ Bad Religion 9. Can't Stop It ~ Bad Religion 1


jungle feverI am wild. My skin is dark with mud: moss dreaded tightly into my hair. I am thick with the jungle and I can breathe her in. I've found a waterfall and pool after hunting along a stream for days. I strip down, curiously aware of my own body odor, and quickly replace the thought by the fresh peel of water splitting along my sides. It's cool [the way mint feels in the winter. guitar strings sliding in tune]jungle fever
but that's far away, now, i'm closer to a waterfall than anything else. So I slide myself onto the rocks and work my way under the falls. The water rushes over my ears. The sound shocking; I practically lose gravity.
she's been good to me
--
the most exhausting thing
for doing absolutely nothing
- meditating -
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~Azadi
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