Mornings on the Streetcar

Days end.
New beginnings;
Singing softly through still branches;
Chit chat, bells, honks, sneezes, yells
Row right past my ears.
When the robots talk
You know where you are...
Or where you should be,
And therefore;
Where you are going.

A University Degree

I'm trying to get a university degree....
...but you can't stop talkin about the parties, phone constantly ringing. leave a msg, leave a msg, leave a msg! it seems like McStupidstein never picks up. so txt's flood inbetween the outdoor stations, castle frank, keele, high park, islington.... come here, bring me this, where are you? I'm underground on the way to gettin my University degree....

...wanna get drunk? why haven't you finished your bottle yet? when are you rolling another one? well, when you do come find me? yeah right! pay me! I need to preserve what lil braincells i have left. I got bills to pay and thinkin to do, I have an excess of ink and too many thoughts, blank sheets of paper stacked next to the discard pile, next to the maybe pile, next to the keeper pile. They're all the same height except the keepers. and those piles will get way bigger before i get the chance to do anything about them, because i don't have time. I'm trying to get my University degree...

...that's rough man how do you do it? I dunno too busy focused on the why to start thinkin about the how now....brown cow :D and slowly as more time goes on and the wax melts more till it's just a barely lit flame sitting ontop of a pool of wax in the tea light. and even though i should be burnt out, catchin naps on commutes to my next responsibility that little fire is enough to burn the string which held the bait. the bait that fell infront of the hamster in the wheel, now running fruitless to get it. that little light is enough to keep me going, until i stumble my way home, and get whatever i can of this fairy tale called sleep, perchance to dream about getting my University degree...

...and i wish the bags under my eyes held information, so when i fall asleep in class they can catch what i miss. but i gotta focus; the body, the flesh are weak. the mind so strong perseveres, I'll kill myself for that extra bit of knowledge. so when I'm dead you can bury me with that peice of paper known as a University degree, cause I have the chance now! and i'm not tryin to get by i'm lookin to excel cause really I'm not supposed to be here. Canada? yeah that too but borders can't keep me from what i want, so i break those fuckin rules! fuck your money, fuck your class. i ran head first through a wind tunnel with a parachute on my back, and now I'm here where i'm not supposed to be. so what the fuck does "belong" really mean? who cares I'll figure it out after i get my University degree :D

A french revlutionary look on moving on; the guillotine

Caught between not wanting to let go of childishness and wanting something adult. Waiting to set blame on anything else, as if ignorance really was bliss. A refusal to accept consequence for one's own actions works, but not forever. Ask for nothing in return, and you need not respond in any way, for effort is not needed when it means nothing. Yet, when so much is asked, to take into consideration you, respect, to put in effort to retain this wonder fulfilling a hole left cavernous, dark, to enter a new fight and walk side by side.
"It feels so good to have your hand in mine.(Once on my own to you I'll play blind)"
Yet cry should it happen eye for an eye. It just doesn't seem right.
I reflect on the amount of dignity I am willing to sacrifice, and why should I nibble on this poisonous cake to savour it's sweetness before I am robbed of what makes my heart beat? Why would I prolong what I know will be an untimely death? Do I really believe this is worth all my effort, I should just eat it all and get it over with, making at least Marie Antoinette happy.
But what I see is truly genuine, actions have reactions and before that intent. And upon us a happiness has been heaven sent (or so it would seem should we believe in faeries like these.) You're scared and look too far ahead. Wedded bliss; not on the list. I want this.
I want this.
But if a little is too much to ask. like a mirror I want the same thing. A reflection:noitcelfer A. But it's a child in that mirror, still wanting it all... so it would seem like Marie was right. To grow up just a little would seem so hard? Yet in the world of spoiled children it's probably best to let them have cake... they can cry about it once it's gone.
~r.r.

My Work

I put together a little something something.... thought I might share it with the rest of y'all!
~Love

Over Due Thank You

After a magnificent showing. My debut went awesome. Of course, i could not have done it without the help of some wonderful people:

The Volition Co-Op
Alison Mackay
Michelle Langille
Andrew Church
Jason Matthews
David Tompa
R.J.
M.J.
DeLeon White Gallery
Matais M.
Ed Bear
Jacob Kovacs
Nick Kiverago
Raven Danylkiw
Casey Henderson
Margot Rodriguez
Sarah White
Eugene Z.
Beth Thompson
JenBen
Cat Essiambre
Kirsten White
Debbie Tymochenko
Cassandra Tymochenko (and the whole Tymochenko family)
Scott Maudsley
and last but not least Jennifer & Alfredo Rivera

Love you guys... if I missed anyone it's cuz you're not important.
look out for me in the future... it's all uphill from here~!
~love