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January 12, 2012

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January 11, 2012

Mission Diary #1

Since I've been ranting on a fair bit about dreams and, more precisely, actually achieving them, I feel like starting this right now. Its a new year, so now is the perfect time to get out there and pursue dreams (not to mention the fact that, if the world does end in December..I would rather face the apocalypse knowing that I chased everything I wanted in life.) I have always wanted to work in the creative industry, doing creative things - imagination is really all I am interested in, hence w...

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January 10, 2012

yelyahwilliams:

thebrowncoat:

I used to listen to each album I...



yelyahwilliams:

thebrowncoat:

I used to listen to each album I bought obsessively. 20, 50, 100+ times…and when I listened, that's all I would do. No reading, no surfing the web, no blogging or monitoring play counts…I just listened.

Now, I doubt I listen to most albums I buy more than a few times each. Is the music worse or less creative? (debatable, but I think there's still plenty of great new music out there.) Do I have less time? (probably, but this is more about how I spend the time that I...

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January 9, 2012

Damon and The Seasons Part I - Spring

Through the fields and over the earth

The seasons of the shepherd's birth

Are furrowed into the harvest,

And hewn deep within nature's chest.

Spinning, the world hauls us apart,

Drags Summer to Winter's cruel heart,

Only to slay the snow in Spring,

Which quakes with Autumn's sly glaring.


This maelstrom Damon strides into,

And hopes in Spring, him to renew. 

Buried life stirs from its slumber

To deck his wake and encumber

Hills with flowers and vivid paint.

Through a reborn sun, yet faint,

The resurrected...

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