stallion-esque.

this stallion of a unicorn
gallivants through
timely satisfaction
riding uncharted tracks

haunting feverishly
thoughts adventurously
surprising

lifting my heart
out of the trenches.

Kittens of Comedy II, captured.

HEY OTTAWA!

cool + the gang.

i saw it already today.

the same life,
-re-lived
on repeat on repeat on repeat

and just like the guy
blah, blah, i'm not interested.

you-
my biggest source of inspiration.

i-
could not say this for all of them.

strong
un-bothered

enough to take it
time time time
time and again
time time time
and time and again.

may it repeat

a girl like i
a girl like i
is of the rare kind.

signed.

perhaps the twinkle glare
from that one stare
had you flying for a moment.
but it was YOUR kiss
that began
the tangled war
of truth-be-told
boldness.

cold heart regress
in confidence.
no knight-
willing, able or fit-
has rode past the caution tape.

signed,
devoted heart-breaker.

up these stairs.

lone shark in a tree
fraud hides amongst gremlins
white sheer wind
and
barnacle feet

throb

pounding bass masks
palace place of pleasure
pasts

hibernation nears
fears
while slow gears
fickle-track
lace

you are in a happy place.

recently, someone described me as the 'mary poppins of comedy'.

and i am okay with that.

nothing but
feverish aches over here

like drool,
but classier.

waiting on magic
is fun.

wild honey.

blushing,
you got me
thinking
this might be a good idea.

your built
magnets my soul

and i
spine shiver
with
rising hair,
tippy-toes

on the edge.

you lean in
and tell me things.


GASP!
antici-patience.

big debut.

Touch My Sereotype debuts @ unit 102 on thursday, august 13th, 9pm.

it's a free show folks! -TMS launched.

hey you.

while you move on quickly,
with a slightly different version of me-
spare yourself the embarrassment.

with a diamond-plated shield, and some form of chastity belt,
it's a sane space
i recommend you visit-
on your own time.

we passed each other on the streets.
and we ordered from the same restaurant.

no one would of ever guessed we had a past.

the benefits.

ever look at the people surrounding you and think:
"you are who you hang out with?"

it nice to have other chaotic personalities around.

there's so much talent in this city.

the reeling.

by passion pit:

"we dug these holes we crawled into
now they're my home.
now here i cannot feel the wind,
can't feel the rain, (oh no!)
and i believe
in gentle harmony
well how i loathe
all this obscenity-
is this the way my life has got to be?
have i a single opportunity?

look at me
oh look at me
is this the way i'll always be
oh no,
oh no

now i pray
that somebody
will quickly come and kidnap me
oh no,
oh no

everyday
i lie awake
and pray to god today's the day
oh no,
oh no

here i am
oh here i am
oh when will someone understand?
oh no,
oh no

and all at once i feel this,
oh how it clings to me.
it reels and calls me towards it,
confounding destiny.
and i can feel the madness
inch by inch
the more i run
the more i am convinced
a color all these
like the branches glimpse
just like the saddle in the foggy mist."

the last plea.

i thought i was done.
it thought it was over.

i had imagined the last time being that last time,
or perhaps that time before then.

you play like you've never heard it

and you love
like a manipulative beast
that shapes its prey
into enemies,

slush.

with a heart, endlessly defeated-
i ask this-

is this another round of mistakes?
is this a conscious team effort?

will you ever wake up?

best week of my life.

oh man.
this week's been crazy!

so much,
that i need to express it in the way i would,
that time ago.

the excitement,
the friendships,
the projects,
the HYPE.

atlanta! vancouver! edmonton! new york!

this safe niche,
houses characters a-like.

what a week it's been.
and to think

there's one more night.

(check it out)

June 5th!

GRIZZLY BEAR!

the avalanche.

every time i begin to embark on a new journey
sigh.
(this one has the real-kind of baggage)
i crash and fall.

it's a pattern
in this dark messy mind of mine.

break free
blackbird-
take these broken wings and fly.
leave it all behind.

not a single drop, speckle or dime.

anticipation.

brings back
two feelings that compliment-

love and success.

F you see K right off.

you wander about with failing desires
to accomplish
to find-

and hidden
underneath this thick,
disgusting image,
you search
for something
you'll never have.

fix your glasses,
jerk.

dairy belle.

the perfect refuge.

joining you
underground
tonight

makes
my heart
smile


a smile
it's only
smiled

once before.

our worlds.

high fives
+
happy vibes
to the day they collide.

living things.

the simple ways of communicating have been replaced by a sound
or
a pocket vibration.

mars and Venus create a pattern
that breaks
when another planet intervenes.

then sussudio comes on
and you create the greatest hits.

and then you write again.

do you know where YOUR dudebuddy is?

momentary phase.

letterman's intro:
"ladies and gentlemen, the song that brought you together"

words
like

".......ALWAYS......

............SOMETIMES

EASY..........

...TAKE YOUR TIME.........."

it's on repeat
as loud as it can be
and i cringe-cry
because
you're climbing up the stairs
to break my heart again.

nothing of yours
left behind,
hit me.

you'll never change.

&

one day you'll come back,
like the last
and i will hurt you
something worse

&

when we will both be ready

i will be happy.

bat cave.

now you and I HAVE the greatest love story ever told.

zombie hangouts.

you know when you don't quite want to throw the towel in just yet?

or when you dip your finger in birthday cake icing and it tastes so good, you dig in for seconds?

... and your mother is in the background saying: "SAVE YOUR APPETITE FOR DINNER!"

or how a limp puppet comes to life once you've picked it up?

__

rich in friends,
with a ten-finger support system-
i am going to do great things.

you, my thumbs up,
have me-
figured out,
and you can't even prove it to the army.

mon coeur n'est pas protege avec toi.
i am not to be molded.

i cried for urgent comfort,
but all i could see
was an undeserving
cowardly shadow.

blurry,
it was,
and unreachable.
with an understated message.

so my heavy heart travels to heal.

...she's looking over me now
and i will be ever-so unstoppable.

i'm a mountain.

i want to stand on one and shout IT at the top of my lungs!

IT is gibberish i'm sure.


NOW- this is all really happening.

i know why harmer wrote it.

big stretch!

an early rise,
brings the worm to the bird.

or something like that.

creme brulee.

0ver-saturati0n.

dip dabble into day two
and who's still here?
it's you.

let's walk down this road for fun and call each other names to cancel it out,

cool?

secret hand shake!

split a kit-kat.

my first words.

plant a seed
watch it fly-

creating buzz,
fr e n zy
jealousy,
envy,

the story some wish they wrote.
the song they always sing,
baby!
the next big thing!

____________________________________________________
here's hoping i get an animated reaction from you.
____________________________________________________

THIS SUNDAY.

-touch.my.stereotype-

this is going to be awesome.

busy tone.

with this spring haircut,
and this creature-like posture-

they all come running back
apologizing,
hoping,
we're good as new.

i'm sorry.
but
i'm busy.

talking to my dudebuddy.

smile upon me.

"go in it" - i said,
gesturing towards the cardboard box you took shelter from.
"it's wicked cold out."

"all i've got
is this garlic bread,
and this cheesecake was twelve dollars."

your one-sided wink
looks awfully humble.

so, i second guess it.

exposed,
like my tight little legs,
i feel your pain
mister pigeon.

stay warm.

the metamorphosis.

it's time i run the show.

calling my bluff.

hiding behind similar bushes,
we sporadically pounce with
insults and jabs
that speak of interest.

belongings
surround my space,
like a marked territory.

we are scared to confirm this possession.

downpour.

like a giant pressure wave
caving in on self-inflicted wounds,
my vinegar stings.

tears, immune to this pain.
empty, like the clouds without rain.

two weeks.

by: grizzly bear.

"save up all the days
a routine malaise
just like yesterday
i told you i would stay

would you always
maybe sometimes
make it easy
take your time

think of all the ways
momentary phase
just like yesterday
i told you i would stay

every time you try
quarter half the mile
just like yesterday
i told you i would stay

would you always
maybe sometimes
make it easy
take your time"

listen.

no comprende.

there are many "you"s in my lust library
and it's becoming a tiresome game,
with a double shame.

yet i still crave attention.

MY FRIEND.

you are two feet and an arms length from me.

and

i sit,
like i do
writing the night away.

we're in danger.

twenty-five things.

1. i have several kinds of deodorant. different smells for different days/moods. sometimes i just need a little 'tropical breeze' in my pits.

2. i once owned a serious collection of over 75 rubber ducks, which i use to showcase in a display cabinet. one day, i gave them all away to a kid at a garage sale.

3. i take weird pride in my unorganized tea cupboard.

4. i've been fired three times. from socan, the green room and from selling knives!

5. i take approximately 2.5 baths a week. i'm going to say it's because i'm a fire sign.

6. i was raised by dolphins.

7. i think red bean ice cream is THE BEST.

8. i find the "fun" in aquafit classes.

9. when i was younger, i use to think i was peter pan because i could crow really well.

10. i've always wanted to be homeless for a day. i'd put on some stage makeup and dress the part just to see how much money i'd make.

11. i have a weird thing for orca whales. i blame it on free willy. i once called the 1-800 number from the credits and adopted one.

12. i use to play curling, every sunday. i only did it because it was fun to yell "HARDER!" and pretend fly.

13. i still have the nightmares where the alligators are trying to bite my toes.

14. i am afraid of thunderstorms. if i'm not with someone, i will sleep where there are no windows (i.e. the washroom).

15. i sat on my macbook and busted my screen two months after i purchased it (over a year ago). i've become the queen of "shifting windows" since i can't afford to fix it. best part? i am STILL paying for it.

16. i have a notebook for everything.

17. i color co-ordinate my 'things-to-do' in my day planner.

18. i use to play the keyboard. i never listened to my teacher and lied about reading the notes. i could only play by ear.

19. currently, i am buying 2-3 albums a week. music rules.

20. my motto is 'i can do that'. i often take on too much at the same time. leaving some things unfinished. but i try to dabble into a bit of everything.

21. i named my first cat 'mini-me'. i have an austin powers doll in my room. you press a button and he says things like "very shag-a-delic!"

22. i eat a silly amount of sushi.

23. i prefer to use baby soap.

24. i keep a penny in my shoe for good luck.

25. i think my boobs can tell time.

when the sun hits,
bask in your golf-glory
and run home to your ugly wife.

i was too good for you.

the z remedy.

tossed, turned and tangled i am
in a sheet cocoon.

eyes shifting nervously,
i wonder
if closure has come unannounced.

the days help constrict
your pillow shape.
while
our patterns
begin to disintegrate.

dry tears fall
in vain
and sorrow weakens again.

TONIGHT!

Bring your snowshoes.

too much.

i won't change on the count of your insecurities.

i am who i am,
love me or hate me.

you and i.

we get into late night trouble.
and
the self-indulgence
WILL
burst in time.

IMPRO A LA CARTE!

This Wednesday @ COMEDY BAR.
Watch a sneak peek.

what a great show tonight!

the sad little bunch.

there are copious amounts of depression surrounding me.

and it's not even february.


we may find ourselves...

*unintentionally rejecting or pushing away something that we love.

*thinking of what it might be like, on the other side.

*making plans and breaking them.

*taking frequent naps.

*choosing comfort foods over physical comfort.


the laughter shields
our darkest times
as we dance
into their minds.
and all we can really do
is keep talking
like hallmark cards.
because that's how we do.

nanny.

dans une chambre,
illuminee d'un bleu pale
le cadre de famille
te regarde.

les jours
un apres l'autre
se ressemblent
et la fatigue s'eleve
d'une temperature
inevitable.

les annees
d'amour,
de sourires,
d'histoires plus heureuse
surface nos memoires
sans choque initial

tes yeux
guide d'un chemin faible
se fatiguent
et
depuis longtemps
ils demandent
un voyage.

je pense souvent a toi,
ton amour,
tes garcons,
et surtout ta fille.

du fond de mon coeur,
j'aimerais que tu continues a sourire.

car tu es bien aime.

little sister.

i just pulled my hair up
with the tension from my arms

how you need a smack!
or a case of whip lash-
SMELL THE COFFEE!

i want you to learn
without these mistakes.
i want you to grow
without my guidance.

but blood binds us.

so
you sleep
alone in the empty room
slurring your case
like a fool
and my head shakes like fists.

shame on you once-
but twice?

i am at a loss
for many things.

bonjour cherie!

i am really happy you started blogging.

tonight's

the night we're going to make it happen.