Monday, April 12, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Eel
Eel
Tunnel vision, a worst fate than being blind.
We suffer from it, like a mental disease.
We think what we want instead of
wanting what is pushed our way in the breeze.
What if we understood the art of listening?
What if we grasped the concept of today?
We could look into the past without salt covered cheeks,
we could glance at the future without dismay.
Just look into the heart of the eel—
pumping with electricity.
Listen, you’ll hear the static is causes,
but somehow it will give you clarity.
Tunnel vision, a worst fate than being blind.
We suffer from it, like a mental disease.
We think what we want instead of
wanting what is pushed our way in the breeze.
What if we understood the art of listening?
What if we grasped the concept of today?
We could look into the past without salt covered cheeks,
we could glance at the future without dismay.
Just look into the heart of the eel—
pumping with electricity.
Listen, you’ll hear the static is causes,
but somehow it will give you clarity.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
My Old High School
These are pictures of my old high school, Borah. One of my friends is making a new banner for the newspaper's web site, so I took these for him. It is funny because we are both graduated, yet he still manages the web site because he created it and I still help out once in a while.
Anyways, thought I would just post them and I'll post a link to the banner when it is done.










Anyways, thought I would just post them and I'll post a link to the banner when it is done.
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