The Frame Machine

Songs make me think of certain people in my life.

The good, the bad, and the ugly.

Me, my support, and my anchor.

The levees are holding fast
but still....
Maybe I should build a dike.

I have 4 solid songs
and 3 solid tunes I can think of.

How do you light up the world?
One candle at a time.

Its christmas time again
merry christmas.

Please read

http://www.thestar.com/News/Ontario/article/286393

I believe in righteous anger... God forgive me if I'm wrong... >:'

I will be your silloutte always by your side
When the lights go out I'll cover you from the inside
Out, I'll be your shadow please don't try to hide
But as your silloutte I'll always be in the world beside

A beautiful storm or a killer thats what they say
They say theres a fine line
am I that romantic or the stalker
am I the lover who dances with you, or the creep that drags you to the tune

Maybe tomorrow you'll hold me tight, but for tonight, I'll stay out sight.

Add Edit: Dec 16, 10:14

You got me on my knees
You got me on the floor
You got me begging please
You got me wanting more
You got me knocking; banging on your door

I'm thinking of every moment
I can't get thoughts of you out of my mind
I'm losing shards of time
I losing sanity
You got me going insane

I guess it (you) was just a dream
I guess it was just my imagination
A made up story of broken pieces
A stupid made up puzzle of insanity

Every holiday you got me thinking when I give
of you ,I wonder if you would want somthing too
I just wanna see you maybe be wanted back
But that would take a miricle
Maybe I'll get that christmas miricle, angel

Somtimes Blogs are like a drunk phone call

I'm happy

Despite all the small shitty things in life right now I really am truely happy.

Not getting over things anymore, but just accepting them and moving on.

I'm happy :o I'm Happy:) I'm HAPPY~! :D

Love,
Abram

P.S. Prayer at 11:11
Thank You so Much my King, Great is thy faithfulness, Oh God my father.
ppss. SPC cards are awsome.

I want you to notice
When I'm not around
Your (all)so very special
I wish I was special

But am I('m) a creep am I('m) a weirdo
What the fuckin hell am I doing here?
(I) Don't I really belong here?
______________

Last nights stars were so bright.

Silence is company, 3 can be just as good, 4's a crowd.
______________
Counting...
The two of you, the other two ,Me leaving
__________

Words are enough to save a night.

Words a bright enough.
_______________

Vast beauty made is only a reflection of true/real beauty. (I love you Lord, because you first loved me; and gave me the ablility to love you)
_________

So what ever happened to our immaginations. When we were children it was all about the little things we loved at the time. Envisioning piloting a robot. Being a superhero. Being a kung fu master. Envisioning the vastness of the world you stood on.

But then we grew older and we started imagining the future. What the next day would hold, and that was exciting. Highschool ahead, a whole lifetime of play left, plaground time, recess. 15 min. or 40 min. or on those extra special days (insert #). We lived for somthing, we lived life to the fullest. School was fun, though no one ever admitted it. It was a place to be free w/ friends, and explore our own minds and grow.

Then we came to highschool. grade 9. I am afeared I asure you. Meeting new people, still not completly sure who you are, but want to get to know yourself better through new people, and growning (I seem to have a main word, or thesaurased version of a word for the blogs I write, I wonder if anyone else notices that) with your friends that stuck with you to this new plataue.

Then the *blank* starts. You start losing friends, some reasons are good, sometimes you just drift. You lose part of yourself trying to find a new you, an older you, a more matures you. Wow I'm going off topic of imagination. Well going back to grade 9. You immagin all the fun times your going to have w/ all these new people. all the fun times w/ your old and new friends, all the possiblities we had in front of us. We could actully be the things we really wanted to be if we truely belived.



So back to the *blank*, we start immagining the worst in life, the worst in people, though we still believe in goodness (well most of us) in the world, we immagine the hard trek ahead, the crap we have to face, the bullshit that has effected our lives, and made us feel down, the fake love, the fake crushes, the mirages of bullshit immagination we make oursleves belive are true, but not things that would bring us true happiness, not the things we dreamed of when we were younger. We think of the shit in our world, we stop believing half of the time.
The times we have that are happy we thank God for, but then so quickly forget, as we have forgetten the innocent days. We lose sight of what is immportant to us, even though we try so hard. and then all the blanks we try to fill in with our immagination. our STAINED immagination. Our black immagination. WE start to TRULY see things that arn't real. WE KILL OURSELVES thinking of, and making up the pages we're missing.

I'm at a blank right now, but there is so much more, so to be continued.
Though at the end of this I was going to say to be continued anways cause we arn't done living yet are we.

(So without further ado)

To be continued....

P.s. I still think that we all have a little bit of kid left in us, wanting/immagining/(hopfully)striving to be somthing more then we are.
I wanna be captain america. (except canadian, but that dosn't sound as cool)

I think my summers at home make me numb in the head, if it weren't for this computer I believe I would forget how to speak and think at all. Or of course that would free me and I would have a better more fulfilled summer, cause so far its sucked, other then... uhh yeah know.

You ever have people you expect so much from, that when it actually gets down to it they let you down, but only because you set your standards so high in the first place? Its even worse when its a friend, isn't it?

Oh and an extension of that , putting myself out there: when you built up a pursona of someone you have a like on that you actually fall for the person, but not the actual person but the being you have concocted in your mind. and even further,(this part is for every kind of relationship not just the crush kind) you want to get to know the person, but since the person is built so high up in your head that you can't approch the person very easily if at all, and makes you afraid to bring your relationship further. Wow I've always wanted to have this convo with someone, but it really is almost an impossible topic to set the stage for. On that note, I've said to much and will now conclude.

It feels like its just me but it always seems to happen that other people seem have the same thoughts. Heres hopein' Cheers.

http://www.podomatic.com/media/listen/Slipping_Through_the_Cracks_1.mp3

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added:
Its just another mistake.

You left it all behind you
Thinking it was fine
I'm screaming at lungs top
Why can't I make you stop
I guess your just following your line

http://atvs.vg.no/player/?id=8336

So finally on the last day of eater break I get my, wow easter, moment. yeah nothing new, another one of those things like, wow I FINALLy had that feeling. Same old same old.

but It was cool, it was red, that came from black, and will eventually go to white, but the red was my easter revelation, wow red, first book I ever REALly liked and got into, I thought black must be the best one, but red proved me wrong, especially on easter. I was like waw looking from a perspective of a more abstract easter it really hit me. The anguish of yoru own people betraying you, you trying to tell them (justin) and not listening. the pain the diciples must have felt know ing they could do nothing to save this man, GOD himself, Elyon, from death. THey knew he was God WHY didn't these people get it, its so simple, the God they were SUPPOSe to be worshiping, they betrayed themselves at the same time. "Forgvie them for they know not what they do." BLACK RED WHITE, Some of you know what I'm talking about:)

Easter WOW thank you, Remeber me/Jehova (God with us)
ps Iknow its spelt wrong.

Red water = Acceptance, and Faith
Bring my people to the red water
you will suffer and be prusecuted some will turn away
some will go back and face death
but keep your eyes on me

-Elyon

The bowl is full but my I can only grab one at a time with time restrictions.

So I've been wondering, what od people talk about? Some people just always seem to be able to talk about somthing, how the heck?
What do people talk about? Somtimes I think I got lots to talk about then other times, I wanna say somthign , ANYTHING, talk about SOMTHING, but theres NOTHING!

wow sounds like a song. So WHat DO people talk about!!!
Where do they pull these topics out of!
What do you talk about when there is absolutely nothing to talk about!!
What the frik do you talk about!!

So lets say your just hanging, what the frik do I do, WHAT!!!!!! dammit its like a curse !! Why does there ever have to be a point where youwanna talk to somthing but you can't!!
Some say , oh its ok... but hat the frik you can't really do anything if you ahve nothing to talk about!!! dammit!!!

[insert picture here)

P.S. where the heck do I find a video of talent night!

So I was reading the paper today, while online, reading up on media logs etc, then going to my usual peruse throught the science and tech section, reading up on different issuse and dicoveries when I noticed somthing odd.
[Is love the one you think about all th time, or the one in the back of you mindyou really never want to lose. ]
While reading a article and the trees in our city , and environmental issues I see Ubbens. I'm like no way, bullshit, so I keep on reading for a few seconds, but its stuck in my mind, because mr. ubbnes is a tree dude. so I press ctrl F and find for Ubbens and what do you know, Richard Ubbens, hly crap that is cool. And I gained a greater respect for him, and all the tree stuff mrs. ubbens taught us(TCSers) in middle school. And if your an ubbens or somone close to them your probably not impressed but I was, yeah good stuff. Hmm mabye I should* be an environmentalist....
[is the one your suppose to be with forever , and become one with, the one it works with, or the one who you know there will be problems , + the ladder.] [for future abram if you ever find this, sappy stuff I hope no one ever finds]
Next time :U tube video of abram at TDCh talent show :)
*I was thinking about it
Shit Why cant i find the right colour!

Can't think straight,
can't think,
sliding deeper,
sliding farther, faster,
dark purple, mindless,
just waste time, meaningless,
can't seem to finish anything,
can't work,
just sit, redo somthing that is meaningless to begin with,
try somthing again that you know did not work the first time,
almost no one there to slow me down,
fake, mirage pillars, false hope, false truth, false
just falling,
what went wrong, it came so fast, sudden,
everthing, everyone, still rising, me just sinking,
don't even know, things that used to be lifting, are now empty, false hope,
empty empty empty fake, repeat fakeness, repeat , repeat, repeat, fuck this, no! REPEAT!!!! can't even fall right, repeat empty fake false, sink , sudden kill mindless deep, ramble useless thought empty. fU((!^& shit

11:00 I am insane, definition of insanity, doing somthing over and over and expecting a different conclusion.

P.s. if you could leave a name of an awsome song w/ a guitar in it that would be
crazy.

Pierced with rubber blades x_x