Well, It was long overdue. But I'm finally updating the website to one that is focused for my music. The process is a bit arduous, but please bear with me. Hopefully this will look increasingly professional over the coming few days. I've shifted the "blog" part of the website to a page whose link should
Should I pursue my heart on reckless ways and find the path that leads me to your door? For I would do whatever it would take To show you that our hearts could yet endure. My love, my heart is tindered, yet remains What's left beats now for only you and you. I promise I
I am a cursed man with a touch more shiva then midas. Every beautiful blessing I destroy and am unable to rebuild, but only to further spoil. No blessing have I held lightly, cherised, and treasured. No, I am a destroyer with a grip of iron. In my palms is the gore of that which
I commit my next act of sabotage. I watch the building implode. I create from the rubble. Something inferior to the loss.
My brokenness flaunts itself before me. I hide it, clothe it, and mask it, but it leaks through every veil. Cracks and fissures that reach beyond myself. They run out of me and into all that matters to me, Eroding any good I could do, any good done to me. There is nothing to fix
My girlfriend is in the middle of writing a myriad of essays. I decided to help her out with her history of art paper. Needless to say she decided to go in a different direction. What follows is my text. The Lindisfarne Gospels and the Book of Kells were really freaking interesting because they had
I'm pretty sure this is what they're thinking.
The Occupy movement has been growing and spreading. One of the things I've found interesting is how prominent a role text, images, and social media are playing in this movement. You have the signs which are the basic communication most of the public gets from the movement. You also have these hand held signs
This is a strange thing to write. It was initially going to start off as me griping about "those people" who see every little good thing that happens in their lives as a blessing from God. Maybe you know someone like that? Maybe you are someone like that? I It occurred to me as I
The Christians are right: it is Pride which has been the chief cause of misery in every nation and every family since the world began. Other vices may sometimes bring people together: you may find good fellowship and jokes and friendliness among drunken people or unchaste people. But Pride always means enmity—it is enmity. And