gold.

is proud to be canadian.

what do you want from me.

seriously.
it's ice.
it's broken.
irreplaceable.

frontmen.

longtime coming.

and i'd remember how i miss
our night under ocean skies
you and i are like when fire
and the ocean floor collide.

silver.

the world lost an idol today.

RIP alexander mcqueen.

coke.

when i see you the world stops. it stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. there's nothing else. no noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. the world just stops, and it is a beautiful place, and there is only you. just you, and my eyes staring at you. when you are gone, the world starts again and i don't like it as much... i just walk around in it and wait to see you again and wait for it to stop again. i love it when it stops. it's the best thing i've ever known or felt, the best thing, and that is why i stare at you.

my spine's a limousine that drives all night.

stare into the gruesome lights all night. and never see a fucking thing. count weddings on our fingertips and wonder why our love's so cheap. vegas, you're my dream unicorn. summer dress, so apocalyptic. in glossy treetops teens clap while they kiss in neon pastures pin-ups hook to your chest. out on the streets at night the money's well spent and pissed-off babies turn to pissed-off children.

lakeshore.

i have the itch, for summer. the little sleep i am getting is filled with dreams of sun, warmth, starry nights, big sunglasses, loud music, cigarettes, bikinis, bud light lime and lake water. i want to lie in the sun surrounded my best friends. i want to be careless and creative. i don't want to be trapped in this blanket that is winter. i want to breathe and feel a warm breeze. i want that summer freedom back, it's been too long.