Boogie Street

O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,
I never thought we’d meet.
You kiss my lips, and then you're gone:
I’m back on Boogie Street.

A sip of wine, a cigarette,
And then it’s time to go.
I tidied up the kitchenette;
I tuned the old banjo.
I’m wanted at the traffic-jam.
They’re saving me a seat.
I’m what I am, and what I am,
Is back on Boogie Street.

And O my love, I still recall
The pleasures that we knew;
The rivers and the waterfall,
Wherein I bathed with you.
Bewildered by your beauty there,
I’d kneel to dry your feet.
By such instructions you prepare
A man for Boogie Street.

O Crown of Light, O Darkened One…

So come, my friends, be not afraid.
We are so lightly here.
It is in love that we are made;
In love we disappear.
Tho’ all the maps of blood and flesh
Are posted on the door,
There’s no one who has told us yet
What Boogie Street is for.

O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,
I never thought we’d meet.
You kiss my lips, and then it’s done:
I’m back on Boogie Street.

A sip of wine, a cigarette,
And then it’s time to go . . .






Leonard Cohen is a genius.

I listened to Weezer's album pinkerton today.
And as I was engulfed in nostalgia from my days of grade 8,
I came to the realization that I should've been born 10 years earlier.
Thats right, I shouldve been on the 90's music scene.
I love it all, the thrift store clothes, grungy guitar, vinyl......
I bet there will be a kid wishing he was around for the music scene of the late 2000's though.
It's never as great as you think.
Which is why I've decided to throw away expectations.
Out the window, no more.
Taking life as it comes is trying at times. But it's worth it.

Coffee and Cigarettes

are the best combination. Summer nights were filled with the two. I could go for both right at the moment.

The painting is coming along stupidly slowly, as per the light in my basement is broken and I've had no time lately. I have a photography show next month that I'm getting ready for (the framing is killing me). I FINALLY found a place to print the large scale pictures though, so thats a relief. I love this time of year though, so busy, so hectic, but everything always comes together nicely.

What is it about the night
that brings back the worst memories?

Its 7:06.
I'm laying here asking myself why this all had to happen.
I just want to hear your voice and feel your warmth and know that everthing's okay now.

A year ago today I met you.
It wasn't the first time,
but this time was different.
A year later
I'm still in love.

I love the days
When it snows lightly
and the small white flakes
drift lazily
through the dead tree branches
and rest on brown, uninviting grass.
And I can walk through the midst of it all,
my scarf wrapped around my neck
my wooly mittens holding a coffee
and my toque pulled snug over my head.
Because it's on these days
that even the coldest winds couldn't take away the warmth I feel.

This Town

This town is all I need
to fall asleep tonight.
Let ever vacant window sit untouched.
Let every wind that stirs the curtains
speak softly of warmer summer nights.
The cool autmn breeze sings memories in its path through the vacant streets.
And as my eyes close, I know that I'm not alone in this town tonight.

The city in the winter is my favorite.

This morning Elizabeth and I went downtown and took pictures in that ghost town we call home. Black and white film baby, nothing could beat it. But i brought a wide angle lens which kinda sucked, buildings never look good with bent edges :/.

After we got really nice and cold, we went to a nearby coffee shop, and warmed up.

Today is also the first day of my Christmas holidays, which I'm quite happy about :)

streets and headlights compete,

theres nothing strong about this,

theres nothing smart about this.

Resting for the endless summer stun,

grab my wrists and break them.

Our park is getting colder

I have no coat so hold me tighter.

It always ends with;

Catching up has made me late.

<3 I love the vermicious knid

This shell I leave behind

filled with years of decay and pain

stains of knives and poison in my veins.

This death mask drops too the floor

On the ground it shatters,

a new face rises to greet the sky above

and the air reaches my lungs.

A small sample of a book I just finished illustrating/ writing. It's about christmas ornaments :)

This has been the most productive weekend ever.

meet me there

in the blue.

I finally found this on vinyl in Toronto yesterday.

I smiled and was warm inside :)

Sunny Day Real Estate make my life.

some days.

some days

the feelings come back.

Never Forgetting

I am never forgetting.
My mind refuses to let go.
I hate this hindrance it brings to my life, i want to scream, i want to tear the past away from reality.
I can't.
When your nightmares are recounting your past it's something that's hard to accept.
I wake up and lothe the moments where i question their truth; did it happen, or was it only a dream. I lay awake letting it hold me down, trap me beneath the covers, my mind racing with the possibilities of this actually happening again, remembering the first time it did happen. My stomach fills with weight again. It's everything it was before, the faked, forced smiles, not wanting to feel anything. Anything is better than this, and anything is better than what you did. None of this had to be this way, so much was right and you threw it away in selfishness, this cannot be erased. This cannot undo itself.

The moon's hanging low in the sky

forcing everything metal to shine

And the sidewalk holds diamonds like a jewelry store case

They argue walk this way

no; walk this way

happiness by the kilowatt

Everything is so easy now, and I keep waiting for it all to come crashing down around me, but it isn't. I hope it stays this way.

Silkscreening

These are pictures from the silkscreening process, expect more shirts as soon as i get the chance to make them (soon) !