the winds are turning, i can hear the mast crack against the well-weathered wood that comprises the boom. this could just be a zypher crossing the broken face of the sea, or it could be more than that. for me i have constantly ended my thoughts with the simple phrase: the compass has lost the needle. it seems as though i'm wandering aimlessly though a crossroads, eyes open but pure white, marking my inability to make a choice about which road to descend upon. i'm growing ever weary of the martyrs and saints who silently scoff from the paths which they so painfully endure. carry a cross they say, as if whispers of demons were waiting to descend upon my skin at any moment. i reply with a look that proclaims my thoughts, i'd rather not have that cross if i ever have to run. i'm not saying i don't believe, i'm saying that i have no faith in an omnipotent being who gains the only gratification in life watching the toils of lesser beings. i believe in some things. i believe in her. she makes my hands shake and my stomach turn.
These are our Heroes - Nas
Live Forever - Keepers of the Carpet
Spread Your Love - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Helicon 2 - Mogwai
Brown Eyed Girl - Weezer (Cover)
The Realest Killaz - 2pac (feat. 50)
Handcuffs - Brand New
Sometimes, New Jersey - Saves the Day
Empty Bed - The Good Life
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