The team

Squirrel on bike

Fort

Fall o 09

On to the next

Moving back in

Happy b day steve

A visit to boston

Nap tyme

hUuungry

Ian at moca

On a peddie cab

Bye bye margate. Nj

Steves ready for work

Collaboration(spelling)

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Birthquake records

Ada n lisa

Candy bill ada

Dad ada bill

Boston

A storm of smiles

Music in the park

Nose gau

Evan

The quay brothers

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Write a song about writing a song
Start with a word
Could be a word at random to some but
Frequent to the heart
The beat will be familiar
The song will hit all those with a sound
Filling their life
The beat comes before the beat
The order of things always hold more
Than they should
Why do we define all things according to what has already happened
Should we just start a new and see
Who responds
The next word is always the hardest
There's a partnership waiting to happen
One needs to create
For others to breathe in a hum
Bringing it back to our chord partnership
Bringing it back to starting something new
Back to reflecting
Should we stand by the lake
The pond to find it
Searching for the link between the music
And the humming that holds us all together
Now the stomping wants to begin
A stronger beat past the hum wants to erupt
crave to bring everyone crawling
The corners of the earth empty out

Home made Fun for all

i stand on an island called asiland the train tracks holding the hands of the moments.
GBasiL,
there was a diary glimmering with smiles
only shown through a frowned glare
there was a mirror
she could never see herself in
no matter how close the
reflection stood to her face
there was a sanctuary built to protect
the bullet holes glared in envy
the wall sat waiting to crumble
there was the calming complex sport riding the river
she jumped on never looking back
until the past tugged at her breath
with a whisper she couldn't ignore
there was a cage holding a transparent bond
a force stronger than the frame work surrounding
theres sometimes when goals are created
the path is clear as black ice
there were foreigners with new tools
the jargon fit a reality brinking upon a surface just
beyond the comfort zone
one smile along the door hinge made it seem possible
there was screaming on both ends of a wall
like a tree if no one can hear it
does it still exists, has the tree actually fallen
the shrug of awareness swept through branches
bringing a darkness to a sharp future
there was a night breeze
an uncomfortable wince in an eye
fear of exposure shook everything around the area
words spilled out creating a muggy gust of wind
as moods shift one less body ran away
the hairs on arms couldn't even keep up with
new questions brought to the open space
only the stillness answered the pondering
there was a mask
the scent of laundry and a beating
defensive natures shined
inevitable questions asked
without hesitation labels were thrown
a florescent room brought light to an explanation
the room smirked with acknowledgment
the beating quited down

Tooooo much editing!

Fort

Art

Yay sun

First step

Final

Dismantle

Mandala mass art

Eve6 as far as u can tell haha fun

Butchershop

Drawing

Still life

Sobieski

Instant lunch

Musak

Fear in the mistakes

Punched door

Symetry

Brothers at heart

not sure what has gotten into me

here are the lyrics to a song i cant actually hear the lyrics to while listening given all the yelling


My teeth taste funny today...they seem more jagged than normal.
I've been told that I have been grinding them like the gears during my dream hours...
I wonder if it's just my thoughts fusing into one frequent dream...
one which parts with the night.
(There are frequent amongst the walking crawlers).
I saw them dragging the other day.
Scraping their knees and elbows against the bumpy pavement.
Blood tracks have been filling the streets.
Seems the high horse is taking them all home...
I can't leave myself out.
Why should we sleep today...
why should we awake tomorrow?
We can just pop back a few and drift though this pre-programmed flight.

Across all oceans...a windy, noisy trek...
this seems to be what I've needed.
The view used to be better...lands are growing into one.
We wanted it this way. We were brought up to grow into one.
I'm going to fly up soon and seek other lands. The soothing air of flight...
a bird's eye view into what I've always imagined life could be.
Will it be sought after?
It might just be useless writing and ideas that laziness will corrupt in the end.
Bones of dust need hardening. I think the prescription is found.

Sleep on...fly on.
In your mind, you can fly.

My teeth grin oddly today...
they seem to gleam more than normal.
Maybe it will be noticed.
(That's all we ever asked for. Grinning through it all......)

(In the corner the thinker things: I seem more jagged than normal.
I am the episode of constant wandering.
A nomad in my own surroundings...this hand produces the nerve.)

Walking dead.

Puppy love

Joshua