DJ BROKEN INK 2 PAPER CREATIONS SACRAMEN...'s blog: "STORIES, TALES, AND LIES, WITH MORE THAN A FEW EXAGERRATIONS"

Addiction After many years, and many pills, washed down by way of an ignoring attitude, and a glass of wine… A hopeless rescue attempt for my soul ensued In danger of extinction, because of ridiculous indecencies I went and surrounded myself with again and again And if this modern day myth, portrays my situation in the worst way, I do apologize... Even if I seem distracted and recklessly sentimental about it all But like a circle, life comes back around on itself... Remaining the ever costant certainty in this so-called linear age of humanity Shrugging off my identity, along side a piece of responsibility again Seems like it's the thousandth time in twenty some-odd years Shedding my present style just like a snake discards its skin... But despite my best efforts, I feel it is all leading up to the end My world of late has been a series of distractions, ruses and miss direction Old addictions, acting in new ways... Friends, twisted and turned, until they resemble something more like my foes And in the midst of it all, I am but a whisper among echoes Lost under the copious amount of voices, reverberating off these poorly lit, and decorated walls Standing on the precipice of my own overrated ideals Experiencing the most beautiful life... Shown in the worst possible light

BORING IT FEEL’S LATELY AS THOUGH I HAVE BECOME BORING … WELL, AM I? JUST ONE MORE FISH IN THE SEA, WITH NOTHING UNIQUE TO OFFER THAT OUTSHINES THE OTHER GUY. I USED TO THINK I WAS GOOD ENOUGH…TO KEEP THE YEARS AT BAY I GUESS ITS JUST A LITTLE TOO LATE FOR REGRETS BECAUSE I LEARNED THESE HARD LESSONS, IN THE MIDST OF SUMMERS BURN, AND THE FEIRY COLD OF THE MADDENING FALL NOW, MY STOMACH STAYS TIED UP IN KNOTS, AS IF I WERE SEA SICK FOR DAYS AT A TIME SO NOW IM FINDING IT HARD… IM FINDING IT SO HARD… JUST TO UNDERSTAND WHY MY FEET ARE STANDING HERE IN THIS PLACE, OR WHERE I EVEN REALLY BELONG BECAUSE IF NOT HERE, THEN I AM TRULY LOST INSIDE MY OWN SOUL INSIDE MY OWN MIND I CAN ONLY HOPE AND PRAY ILL MAKE IT BACK FROM HERE OUT HERE WITHOUT HER TOUCH… WITHOUT HER LOVE

My winter of discontent It’s not much fun to be out here, and to be this far To exist on the outlying fragile fringes of this winter… Trapped inside a world turned over, fractured and bent But I’ll still remain the same… Stubborn to the last, in my own shape and way Do you know what its like? To feel so detached from yourself, and everything that makes up this life you lead? Everything is covered in lies, half-truths, tall-tales and things of that nature And you have only one salvation, one chance to be carried home One opportunity to reach your hand out, swallowing you’re pride in one monumental gesture One life changing declaration, meant to rescue you from beyond the edge of your own imperfect soul The waves come quickly, I know… Just breathe, and swim through Hold on, and take a moment to read the sign That sign that reads: Never come back here, you just don’t fit in Take these words to heart… Because this past trip pushed you And you won’t survive if you come by this way again So then, there’s to far… And there is close enough In the middle of this winter of discontent… I came close enough to too far

Amnesia Images cascading…echoing across the mind Hundreds of words seeking meaning Trying to attach the right word to the right moment So many expressions for a single image An impression, which as we speak, rips through my soul Scratching the surface of my own self worth Moving forward towards my destiny because of what I’ve been sold However I have nothing inside my minds eye to compare this… I fear another distant memory has up and gone away But how will I justify letting it slip from my grasp? Tomorrow just what will I sit and say? Will I find the missing scene in this melodramatic play called my existence? Act it out as if it never was absent from my being Or will I forever wander these lonely streets, which represent my fading memory? A shell of the man I used to be

THE GAME OF 40 QUESTIONS: 1. DOES ANYONE KNOW YOUR PASSWORD TO YOUR MYSPACE: NOPE 2. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ORDERED AT MCDONALDS:DOUBLE QUARTER LB W/ CHEESE ITS BEEN AWHILE BUTT IM SURE CHICKEN NUGGETS 3. ARE YOU AN EMOTIONAL PERSON? YES 4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR NAME: YEAH OF COURSE 5. DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: YES 6. EVER FELT JEALOUS OF YOUR FRIEND: SURE 7. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU DID: YELLED AT THE T.V.. IT WAS A GOOD PLAY. 8. WHO IS RIGHT NEXT TO YOU: SIMONNE 9. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU ATE DINNER WITH IN A RESTURANT: SIMONNE 10. WHAT SONG ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW: SCARS BY PAPA ROACH 11. HOW'S THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW: I DUNNO. COLD AS FUCK! 13. LAST LIE YOU TOLD: NOT SURE BUT IT WAS A WHITE LIE 4 SHOW 14. LAST SONG YOU SANG: BROKEN BY SEETHER 15. DO YOU LIKE ANYONE? HMM. KINDA 16. LOST A FRIENDSHIP OVER SOMETHING STUPID: YEPPP 17. LAST THING YOU DRANK: PEPSI 18. LAST THING YOU ATE: PIZZA 19. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT: HAHAHA OHH GOD. I DONT EVEN REMEMBER. 20. FAKED BEING SICK TO MISS SCHOOL: WHO HASNT 22. LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED: SIMONNE 23. LAST PERSON TO TEXT YOU: SIMONNE 24. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW: JEANS AND A LONG SLEEVE NFL T-SHIRT 25. ARE YOU TOO QUIET TO ASK ANYONE OUT: NOPE 26. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX: THEIR EYES USUALLY 27. WHERE ARE YOU RIGHT NOW? AT MY DESK IN MY BEDROOM FILLING THIS OUT 28. WHAT DATE AND DAY IS IT: 1.2.07 :) 29. DID YOU GO ANYWHERE TODAY: NO NOT YET ITS FUCKING 9:39 IN THE MORNING!! LOL 30. WHAT DID YOU DO THERE: NOTHING SO FAR 31. WHERE ELSE ARE YOU GOING TODAY: TO SEE MY BABY 32. ARE YOU WATCHING TV: NO 33. ARE YOU MATURE OR IMMATURE: NOT GONNA LIEE.. A LITTLE OF BOTH 34. ARE YOU CLOSER TO YOUR MOM OR DAD: MOM 35. ARE YOU AN ONLY CHILD: NOPEE & I LOVE MY LITTLE SISTER ANDREA!! 36. WHATS THE MOST ANNOYING THING PEOPLE SAY TO YOU: OR NOT SAY.. "THANK YOU" 38. DO YOU LIKE MUSIC: LOVE IT 39. DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED: YA SOMEDAY ILL GIVE IT ANOTHER SHOT, BUT NO RUSH REALLY 40. BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND? YES, IF YOU COULDNT ALREADY TELL

Criminal It seems I’ve gone and traveled into unknown territory again I can only hope to find my way back from this insufferable, criminal display The substance… The sheer flavor of the day, is almost mislaid during the experience And I shudder to think what has been done in my shoes My illicit acts are nothing short of ludicrous… Even if I hold no recollection of said dealings So I let my lunatic inside, indulge itself… If only for the briefest of minutes And it was close to pleasing… At least to my mind’s-eye As an assured, aesthetic look about the situation, convinced even my deepest doubts I paid little attention to the repercussions these proceedings could reap Only that it set me on fire, long enough to be free I feel this compelling urge to instill, and inspire sentiment, within all of you… If only in the strangest of obscure ways I’ve got a million and one thoughts sitting on top of my head… And I need to spill all of this out right now You see I’m down, and you should beware of my attitude I’ve made a choice to stay out of touch, and all of the above is true It’s touching that you all have gotten dressed up for my return… But I’m afraid the intention, behind the gesture, is lost on me

A Girl I knew I remember sitting on a driveway in the suburbs, with the girl from the coffee house I had met just days previous. The moment was breathe taking to say the least Her hair smelled like roses… And I couldn’t believe she was leaning against me I felt her heart beat fall in sync with my own, and it was then, that I knew I was hers Her hair… It was a certain shade Nothing extravagant… But oh so elegant It just flowed down her shoulders And as oceans of red and blonde fell over my eyes… It caressed my face slightly, before meeting her back We sat on that driveway for what seemed like forever But I discovered later that it was only a few hours… A few hours of contentment, in every conceivable definition of the word As life unfolded that miscellaneous evening, so did my introduction into love So much was said with little conversation But everything made sense, and every undertone was understood Her eyes seemed to almost sing to me Saying to me… You are beautiful the way you are I wish I could say more… But the words escape me TAKEN FROM MY BOOK: THE MOST BEAUTIFUL LIFE, SHOWN IN THE WORST LIGHT

She Always Said She would Be Someone She always said she would be someone Said she would travel round the world But something has blocked her way Her diabolic drugs will turn a minor detour into a direction… Except that’s something she would rather not mention right now She keeps going down the road she always sees inside her dreams… But the apparition fails to match her beautiful veracity And when she woke up, the clock said 7:00… so she turned over and fell right into her verve Slipping ever so slightly on a disaster in the street, she turns to run away But she found what it was; she had always sought to keep, in her deepest memories Right now she’s at the station, waiting for the train that will take her so far away But she feels a hesitation as she looks up in the sky; and sees her lovers face… She left him in that apartment, her tears dropping to the floor; while she told him everything’s ok… The sound of the train shakes the scene from her mind, as it sway’s her thoughts toward his voice in the slightest of ways Her diabolic drugs could turn a minor detour into a direction… Except that’s something she would rather not mention right now She keeps going down the street she always sees inside her dreams… But the apparition fails to match her beautiful veracity And when she awoke again the clock said 10:00…so she stood up to walk away

English 302 Jason M. Alexander Kearney A Milestone In The Middle Of Nowhere The following is a story. Well, maybe a short story. But a story it is none the less. A story filled to the brim with hopes, dreams and expectations for every challenger of its authenticity. For every question regarding its right to reside amongst the truly great and charismatic stories written in its age. So yes, the following is a story. A story about being in love, in life. A story of epic proportions shrunk down to an offspring of its former self, but retaining all its glory in the process. So sit back, and relax you’re eyes gaze to the following words written below. He sat at that window for what seemed like hours. As the proverbial sand slipped through the hourglass, grain by illusionary grain, he caught himself daydreaming. About what, he couldn’t really say. But he was day dreaming nonetheless. You see, it was during this daytime trance that he realized what he was supposed to be doing. Not just at that transitory wasted moment, but with the entirety of his life. He now knew what his purpose was, and he would do anything to make it a part of him. It was four o’clock, and he began to pack his things into a weathered, brown suitcase given to him by his father when he entered the world of the higher educated. As his hands brushed the leather of the aging bag, he could hear his father’s voice in his head and all around him at the same time. His voice seemed to become everything in the room all at once. From the clock on the wall, which now read 4:06 PM, to the desk sitting in the corner next to the window, and the old oak floors he stood upon presently. He could never forget those words his father so eloquently conveyed to him, as he stood on the precipice of the rest of his life. “Always be true to yourself and who you are, and life will unfold itself around you and who you want to be. Forever keep that near your heart, and you will find happiness son.” The words reverberated in his head the way an echo bounces off walls in a diminutively undersized room. He knew he owed his father a debt of gratitude he could never repay for seeding those words of wisdom in his mind, and he was more than ready to fetch that happiness his father told him was out there. Today, he would begin the journey he should have set out on so many years ago. Today, he would become the very essence of his long, sought after dreams. Today, he would seize the moment. And tomorrow, when he found himself standing atop the world, he would shuck and devour it like an oyster. As Collin stood on the platform at the station, waiting for the train that would take him so far away from everything he knew, he heard his fathers voice again. It ricocheted inside his head and brought a smile to his face. He slowly thought to himself, while taking in the copious amount of smells, sounds, and sights which presently lay before his senses. He couldn’t believe he was finally on his way to where he knew he should have been these past 22 years.

Amnesia Images cascading…echoing across the mind Hundreds of words seeking meaning Trying to attach the right word to the right moment So many expressions for a single image An impression, which as we speak, rips through my soul Scratching the surface of my own self worth Moving forward towards my destiny because of what I’ve been sold However I have nothing inside my minds eye to compare this… I fear another distant memory has up and gone away But how will I justify letting it slip from my grasp? Tomorrow just what will I sit and say? Will I find the missing scene in this melodramatic play called my existence? Act it out as if it never was absent from my being Or will I forever wander these lonely streets, which represent my fading memory? A shell of the man I used to be