I could not stop staring at the sky, with its pastels, configured in to some post-explosion bouquet. And it was right there, the nucleus of the sky, a surreal vessel.

It wasn't a ship, at least not the variety that that we know of. It wasn't a sphere, it wasn't a saucer, and it wasn't a cylinder, in fact I believe it may have been an organic living organism. A cocoon of sorts. Holding god-knows what kind of hellish alien creatures.

It split at the bottom, like an invisible razer sharp knife cutting through flesh. And slowly, like a fosset that keeps you up at night with its incessant dripping, an orange milky liquid begain to drip from the freshly cut orifice.

The sky was turning red now, orange hues intermittently breaking through there barriers and flashing across the sky like hitlers last words.

I didn't notice it at first, that the orange liquid was dripping on me. To be honest, my mind had completely wandered and when I came to, my head was covered, my vision was skewed, and it was engulfing me as if I had been dipped in a vat of wax.

I didn't mind, in fact I was enjoying it. I tilted my head back and opened my eyes, holding them to make sure they wouldn't force themselves closed. I opened my mouth. And I would turn my head frequently, so that my ears weren't left hollow. I let my chest fill up, and my eyes, and my ears.

"finally," I said. "you've returned."

I'm catching a plane to alaska tonight so I won't be posting for a little over a week. Take care, and dont forget to call your mother, because they like that.

What an amazing show. I'd have to say 'the luckiest' was the most powerful song of the night.

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The divine comedy opened up, who was quite good. During the end of his set I went and bought a ben folds tshirt, you know, so that, by wearing a tshirt with an image of someone cool emblazoned on it, some of that coolness can be rubbed off on me.

Hows that for narcissism?

After a vain attempt at coaxing my room mates, to no avail, I decided to buy a ticket and go solo.

Tonight I am going to see ben folds. yes!

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One night in switzerland we decided to take a trip to a river that was near our temporary residence. And as we made our way through the thick trees, on a narrow trail, with no light but the stars, I felt complete. I can't really explain this phenomenon, but it seemed that at that very moment my life was what it was ment to be.

We sat by the river, a soft breeze blowing against my back. The air was crisp but warm. We talked with the sound of flowing water as our backdrop. And if somehow god had turned on the lights, if the darkness had diminished instantly, I would have been seen sitting there, in the grass, on the lip of the river, with a smile on my face. A genuine smile. A static smile that required no thought. I was purely content, and I fell in love with the world at that moment. And like any other lovers, there is no stone that I wish not to be unturned, no thought that I wish not to be a part of.

I want to travel. I need to travel. I want to go back to switzerland, where I would wake in the mornings to fresh fruit and cappucino, and at night I would feast on fondue. I want to visit Beijing, where I would buy my lunch from street vendors and spend my nights staring at the sky. I want to visit china, tibet, and iceland. I want to see it all.

Since my trip to europe last summer I have had a longing in my chest for something more then this. I love this place, but I know there is so much more out there. I can not let my mind rest here, not right now.

the american dream.

He said he loves her, but the validity is tainted by derailed trains from the past. He is comforted by a companion, but not too comfortable. He wakes in the mornings and stares at his reflection in the mirror. He stares so long that his face meshes with the wall behind him, and on certain days, when the setting is just right, and if he tries extra hard, he will disappear.

On the days that he disappeared he would go to work with a smile on his face. He would humor his co-workers with unrehearsed responses to daily cliche greetings. And, on his break, he would walk to the park and feed the birds. He would stop to look, touch, smell, and sometimes taste the beautiful flowers that, on his visible days, he would never have noticed.