[Drawings]

~I am pondering on creating a small series of posts in relation to real characters in my life.~

Memory Boulevard

I just took a trip down memory lane.
And tripped........

I realize that to many of the last classmates of mine in high school and elementary school, I am but dead.
But I just recounted some memories that I have from those days.
And the sudden death of my elementary school principal, "My Favorite Principal" help to spur memories.

http://www.ursuline.com/Students/Student_Life/newspapers/newspaper_may.pdf

An old Urusline High School Newspaper.
And I illustrated any of the drawings in it. Especially the comic at the end.

It feels so long ago. Such an intangible time it seems.
Like it was a long forgotten dream.

Pathetic

It's sad.



It's all pointless. School. Finances. Work. Drugs. Drama.


What does it all add up to? Paying for school to get a good job to nothing more with your life.
Drugs to relieve oneself of the realization of the emptyness of existance.
Drama to add something negativley interesting to the boring life.
What is the point to life.
People have dwelt upon lifetimes pondering the mysterious question.

The Interview: A.F.I. Decemberunderground.
"Forever waiting for disaster,
What David calls servant and master,
Will you play it too?
As this displacement begs for water.
Swimming, bathing.
Drowning in sorrow.

Scream with me.

I crawl across this cracked expansion,
I'll be buried soon.
Beneath the sand with pure intentions.
Wanting something, someone to follow.

For a change, I'll refrain,
From hiding all of me from you.
Here's my lullaby.
Pray for rain, lose your name.
And watch all your dreams fall through.
Hush now, don't you cry.

I swoon upon my knees come crashing,
Will you bury me?
Today, this small favour I am asking
Hold me, you may drop me tomorrow

Calm down.
Come down cold resides with me.
With me.



I flee to,
I flee to decemberunderground.
As you exhale, I breathe in and sink into,
The water underground,
And I grow pale without you."