Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Twenty-Four Years

Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes.
(Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in labour.)
In the groin of the natural doorway I crouched like a tailor
Sewing a shroud for a journey
By the light of the meat-eating sun.
Dressed to die, the sensual strut begun,
With my red veins full of money,
In the final direction of the elementary town
I advance for as long as forever is.

-Dylan Thomas

Monday, May 3, 2010

Don't stop believing in yourself.

Now, while Journey's "Don't Stop Believing" is a classic song, I have grown to dislike it. This is due to the unnecessary amount of times I hear it at night at the bar where I work. My mother showed me an episode of Ellen Degeneres that has revived this song and the appreciation of its meaning:


I wish all kids had this confidence and excitement for life.