Mostly

Sometimes I lie awake at night, thinking about how I'm a biological miracle.

It freaks me out a little.

Propagandist, Chapter Four

i miss my camera.

Romeo loved Juliet,
But neither one could long forget
To live alone is not much fun,
When two can die as cheap as one.

- Andy Warhol: "Love is a Pink Cake"

How many bassists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

None. The piano player can do it with his left hand.

I think most of you will sort of get this, but it's only the really intense jazz instrumentalists who will really get it.

I think.

Propagandist, Ch. 3

New layout for the story.

And this plot came to me last night as I was falling asleep. I think it's going to work.

Chapter Three

Propagandist, Ch. 2

I'm trying something new.

I figure that if I write in very short bits, my story will be of overall better quality. My only concern is that if it would be much easier to write myself into a corner.

I'm going to make a plot summary for myself. I think I'll have a better idea of what I can write that way.

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This Is Emo

The water makes that sound it makes.

My sister is the one that paddles.
I’m only five.

It starts to rain, and my mom tells us to come in.
We are on the sea, though.
Or at least on a pond that feels like it.
On the open ocean, we are free.

Little fish.
Big pond.

Even though the pond is tiny.

Sometimes it feels that way.
Like everyone in the world is against you,
playing something that wasn’t even a game to begin with.
Maybe it just is like this when you’re the loser.
Our boat was always a little slower than the rest.

And so here I’ll sit, in my
upper-middle class mansion,
complaining about how
the boat I was in when
I was five was too slow.
And it was only like that because
It was being rowed by a fourth grader.
I don’t mean to complain, you know?
I’m only saying this because it’s hard to
remember freedom like that when
it’s gone.

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The Propagandist

I lost my camera, so I'm starting to write a little more. I've worked on this for about a year on and off, and I can't seem to get past the first installment.

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Stairwell, Flights 105 -108

Calvin is taking the stairs two at a time.

You don't know where Amy and Peter are, and Calvin isn't telling you anything. You don't know how much time passed since Peter kept going. You don't really know what's going on.

Calvin reaches the top floor. He looks around a bit.

He turns around.

He goes down the stairs.

Model Photography

Because Tim's not the only one with Photoshop.

Instructions

"Lift Jesus Higher Ministries"

I didn't do this! I swear!

But seriously. There's a samaustin.org. He's an evangelist!

Words, Words, Words

These are crumpled pieces of paper.

I miss camp.

Marching Band 1

i think maybe i'm in a slump

probably because I don't have anything smart to say and I haven't taken a good picture in forever.