1 Hour, 5 Minutes and 3 Days Ago

Separation Anxiety.... we had a good run didn't we? Now, before you start jumpin' to conclusions let me list out why it was doomed to fail. You require way too much attention, i'm only inspired to write on you in the wee hours of the mornin', i just feel like your a wall that im forced to fill in. Now now, im not callin' you a racist but it seems to me that a white space isn't good enough for you til' it's filled in with black ink! :P

To your first question,"yes this was about my blog." To your second question,"Yes i will still be writing this blog but solely for the purpose of sharing ideas i feel must be shared to the world." And of course to your third question,"I'm definitely free next Friday ;)."

All this to say one hour ago i got into an elementary frackus with an elderly toll-booth man who was quite egalitarian about the whole situation.

P.S. Heres looking at you elderly egalitarian toll-booth men ;)

Calgary

Calgary... hmmm, sounds like a cool place. Hmmm i should probably find out where exactly Calgary is(if it is anywhere) before i start writing a song about it... nahhh. So I... like many of you average americans xD did not know the location of the mythical land of Calgary so, I again like many average americans turned to urban dicitonary xD and heres what i got. Calgary: "strange race in cowboy boots who guzzle thick black liquid from the ground ." In current colloquial usage it is slang for "second-best." Well... i am a man who takes urban dictionary at its word so i will begin work on the song immediately. "Jeff", you say, "why not actually find out where calgary is and what its all about." Novel idea my cellophane friend...

All this to say where is Calgary?(Canada duh)

P.S. heres looking at you average americans: people from the midwest and south of course=conservarives ;)

Working Title (blog post(lalalalala))

Kay...So basically the title was the whole blog post. Just making fun at the expense of those supah sirry(silly xD) songs that have more than one title. Beat you to the next tier songwriters.
(always were a slow bunch of kids) xD

All this to say in a parallel universe parallel universes don't exist...anythings possible eh?

P.S. Heres looking at you Paradoxes(Supah Sirry Song Titles(blahblah)) ;)

P.S. You've Won

Album names tend to change with me as the days go by. Y'know? With new stuff always popping into my head, being a lyrical genius and all. One of my many great qualities(right up there with faux-egocentric) Yeh...well this ones pretty much stuck because it hits home y'know?

P.S. Heres looking at you people that think they're in a constant struggle with me

and...of course

P.S.S. You've Won ;)

Got My I's On You

First of all...F grammar. That being said, songwriters need to create their own system of organization that doesn't require the bending of these "grammatical" rules to get their point across in an original way y'know?

All this to say that love is a blank slate awaitin' two somewhat incompatible permanent markers(say indigo and fuchsia) to make their everlasting mark on each of their blank slates of consciousness. Oh history...(nostalgic sarcasm)

P.S. Heres looking at you permanent marker huffers who can now use the much more apt "getting high on love" ;)

Cu Later Spherical Pieces of Junk

It was once said by someone (who knows) "girls like you are a dime a dozen and inflation has set my standards low." Y'know? theres some truth to that statement. I wake up in the mornin' and before the day is done i've wasted another bygone sunset chasing someone that is going to see that sunset whether it's with or without me. After all, what is life but an unharkened call to apathy under a lonely sun. We're all under the same sun anyways. Take a world view on companionship and stay sane kids.

Heres, theres, and everywheres looking at you sunsets ;)

Wrong Turn To Yesterday

Row A, Seat 13, in the mezzanine, it so serene.
Act 2, Scene 6-Oh! begins the long trek home, all on my own.
Wrong turn to yesterday that fateful melancholy monday, you'll have your way.
You should know that life still happens, while your plans are busy being broken time and again.

Wait! Semmi think. It's 4AM and the persistant kitchen sink, it drips in 2/4 time. These clouds will surely fade, but that one missed call will forever cloud your days, y'know its all in point of view

You'd wish that time's patron saint, would cut his losses, cuz without the funding we could forever stand still

Left it on the corner the ziploc bags with my dreams inside, gave it away til' i somehow find, my way, with you, our days, they're too few.

I got a rocket, I move it closer to the sun, its made of aluminum.

I'll move the sun and earth a little closer, so that we all can stop, cooling our shoulders down, lets start all over, the world over.

And though the bus takes us home, I feel so much more so when we're alone. And though the walk takes a while, i hope the ride made you smile, for miles.

P.S. Heres looking at you expressions we can all relate to ;)