Anonymous asked: are you going to the beatles: the lost concert" movie when it comes out next month?
Are you asking me on a date, Anon? I accept.
A song about my paranoia, from relationships to the government.
You’re the one who wanted to go
I’m the one who ran away
A dog, his tail tucked between his legs
Cast out, shunned, I chose to run
A victim of self-manifested plague
A leper, hidden more than seven days
I ran away and was happy there
Safe and sound in my own skin
But then the paranoia took over again
Call it what you want
I’ll call it what I will
You try to control my thoughts
I act by my free will
You want inside my mind
I’m alone still
But I won’t keep this all inside
I’ll explain with my words
I won’t keep this all inside
I’ll have my voice be heard
Don’t light the match if
You can’t stand next to the flame
I’ll tell you again and again
That’s where I went wrong
I know that it’s my fault
Lost my identity
Somewhere in the frequency
Forced upon us all
You say conspiracy
And I see reality
That’s why we’ll fall
Call it what you want
I’ll call it what I will
You might think it’s all so bad
I just think it’s real
You might think it all sounds sad
It’s just the way I feel
There’s a place inside my mind
Where I can always turn
There, I will run and hide
No matter what I learn
But I won’t keep this all inside
I’ll explain with my words
I won’t keep this all inside
I’ll have my voice be heard
The worst part about having a job is the three Mormon churches I have to drive by to get there.
This is Abdi. He was one of the refugee children we spent time with last weekend. Here he is tracing the letters of our organization’s name: USS United (Under Somali Skies United).
Let You Down
You’re the one who wanted to go, but I’m the one who ran away; a dog, his tail tucked between his legs. I’m sorry that I let you down. I thought my feet were on the ground. I thought I was okay in my own skin, but the paranoia took over again.
Call it what you want. I’ll call it what I will. You might think it’s all so bad, I just think it’s real. You might think it all sounds sad, it’s just the way I feel. There’s a place inside my mind where I can always turn. There, I will run and hide no matter what I learn. But I won’t keep this all inside, I’ll explain with my words. No, I won’t keep this all inside. I’ll have my voice be heard.
Mathematical Manuscripts of Karl Marx and The Calculus Wars: Newton, Leibniz, and The Greatest Mathematical Clash Of All Time are two books I have renewed from the library three times already due to the fact that I have hardly any time to read. I have been chipping away at them rather slowly and also reading 1984 in my spare time.
Lullaby
Just remember that I will be here, if ever you should need a thing; and if I sing you a lullaby, all I ask is that you dream.
Phoenix Skies
Pacifico and a candle
The Rim West of Pinetop
Northern California
Modelo Special
Facing South before the fire.
