Where are we now?

- "you don't see superheroes get bored in the comics"

- "that's what happens in between the panels"

- "Is that where we are now? In between the panels?"

At least I am. I admit it. I cave to public opinion. Everyone does. We'd have no shame if we didn't. But is that good? Is the world better off with everyone restrained 24/7? Are we ALWAYS right on the panels? Square box with a colorful (and in my case) mysteriously handsome suit fighting crime from 6am to 11pm? Or are we somewhere in between? Can we do whatever we want because nobody is looking at that page right now? Let's get away with it! Let's become a DJ and square out lie to people. Let's step on the dirt, eat with your hands, stain the shirt, laugh out loud, make a fool, be a fool, fool around and be fooled all at once! Life is not a book, or a movie, or a tv series. Life is a comic book. It's marker colored stills of your favorite moments. What's keeping you from adding KAPOWS! And BOOOOOOMM!! to yours? You're told to graduate by 22, marry by 27, have kids by 30, and voila, there goes your life. From there on out you're jailed by work, your wife (no offense ladies), your teenage daughter and not much else. VOILA I say. Those are your 4 perfect moments and there is life! 4 single stills of your superhero costumed self.

You're in between the panels buddy, and it's time to face it. DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. You will get away with it, 98.75% guaranteed.

world peace

Imagine if human beings could exchange their body features.
You know what I mean? You could swap noses or eyes for a day, maybe a leg or a foot.
You could swap tongues, ears, moustaches. Anything, really.
You'd get to experience life in a different light, however slight that light may be.

It sounds cool, hey?
Well, here's the catch:
Every now and then, people would basically have to swap around.
You can't just stick to one thing forever.

Every once in a while, somebody will be stuck with a blind eye for a bit.
Sometimes you'll have to swap with a handicapped person's legs.

Everyone would share the pain, at one point or another in their life.

I think the world would be a better place.

edit: so grooveshark is being lame and sometimes won't play the songs.
i suggest checking them out anyway, though. i reckon you'll dig 'em.

Picturing the Sound

Un Beso de Desayuno - Residente Calle 13

With You (Feat. Drake)- Lil' Wayne

Three Seed - Silversun Pickups

All of the Lights - Kanye West

1979 - Smashing Pumpkins

North - Phoenix

Trailer Trash - Modest Mouse

Paper Thin Walls - Modest Mouse

Daylight - Matt and Kim

Swing Tree - Discovery

Perfect - Smashing Pumpkins

Fall For Your Type (Feat. Drake) - Jamie Foxx

Blue Light - Bloc Party

Good boys and girls

A good boy takes a long deep look at a pretty girl. She doesn't look back. She only looks at the other boys. This lonely good boy gives up not. He's the good kind of boy, the kind that reads books and eats veggies. This is the kind of boy that doesn't really think of girls, except when he thinks of this one [1] pretty girl. He thinks it might be nice to make her smile. If she smiles, then maybe he would too.

A good boy takes a long deep look at a pretty girl. She's the kind of pretty that's hard to find. She's the kind of pretty that's not because of her eyes, but because of her look. She's the kind of pretty that's not because of her smile, but because she's happy. She's the kind of girl that's hard to find. She's the kind of girl that likes animals. The kind of girl that likes dogs and cats and seals and caterpillars. She's the kind of girl that likes mud and ponds and frogs.

A good boy takes a long deep look at a pretty girl. The girl walks up and says hi. He blushes. He hits her. He runs away.

A good boy takes a long deep look at a pretty girl. "Why did you hit me!?" -I don't know!

Just Plain Awesome

Smurfs are blue, toothpaste is evil and hard drives are yellow

What are you looking for?

I have to admit, I could have more things to worry about. Yet, sometimes the drama-queen/emo inside of each and every one of us jumps out and screams with anxiety and despair. It carves its way up from the depths of our souls and asks for reconsideration, for a pause, and most importantly, for change. At this point, I'll beg you to admit, even if you're admitting it to your inner you, that this has happened to you too. Let's call it an existential crisis, a shaking of the emotional tectonic plates, or just a plain ol' "I'm sick of this shit." It gets to a point when you start wondering if those kids dressed in black that look like they just crawled up from the underworld are really onto something. Some will try to drink their sorrows, snort their fears or smoke their insecurities away. But in the end, no matter how far away we run and hide, the drama-queen/emo lives way too close by.

Who are you?

We're always looking for ourselves. Whether we are eating our different kinds of foods, praying to our different gods or loving whatever it is we love. So who are we? Are we what we eat? Are we really any more kosher by not eating bugs or mice or camels? Are we really any more special by eating caviar or truffles? Are we any richer by eating kobe beef?

Where are you going?

I'm not really sure where this is going to go, but its going all right..Its definitely going. Some trains are just unstoppable, as are some collisions, which, much to our dismay, is completely out of our control. Control is a tricky concept. Do we want control over our lives? Over other people's lives? Do we think we can even have it? Where are we even going? I'm not entirely sure, bur we're going all right.. we're definitely going.

Who do you look up to?

Ever gotten that feeling the person in front of you already knows everything you know, and everything you'll ever get to know, but he/she/it(?) decides in he/she/it(?)'s all-knowing wisdom that the time is best spent just playing with you?

Well, it goes like this:

SP (smart person (he/she/it(?)))
Me (me)

SP: So, how was your weekend?
Me: Surprisingly good, yours?
SP: Spent it in the hospital.
Me: (WTF#@>#$$& expression) What happened?
SP: OD'd on these pills, no biggie.
Me: (Moooooooooooom, is it true SP was in the hospital?)
Mom: Yeah he/she/it(?) OD'd on pills and tequila.
Me: Holy &(*^, that's horrible!
SP: Nah, you should try it sometime. I was feeling awesome till the doctor got there.
Me: ...

Sop's yearly (?) playlist

Holding an Exploded Water Balloon