if i ever needed an extra hour in my life,
it's this weekend...

life has a way of being deliciously depressing sometimes

beyond the sky

beyond all telling...

with his hand

he'll wipe away the tears

that stain

our eyes...

-fo

i wonder all the time about all these details that don't matter: the politics of the world. there will always be war and poor and suffering. and so i fill the time with such things while i dodge destiny. and maybe i've been pretty good at hiding for a while now. and maybe it will never find me. but at the end of the day, in my dying breath, it will be there. staring me down, like i'm the deer and it's the headlights.

i cannot think of life using the word 'career'. i don't ever want one of those. ever.

technology has hurt us more than it has helped us.

people should smile more. just a little more.

music is powerful. it does not need translation.
i need translation. sometimes within my own mind.
and that's when you know,
you're crazy

tonight's the night the world begins again,
and there's hope in every new day...
there's goodness
and bravery
and righteousness
and there's you and me
starting over
all over again...