and i don't know where to start. maybe that's a start.

right now everything in my life seems certain and sure. and at the same time, completely frightening and fogged up, like i'm driving with a plastic zehrs bag over my head. i'm not sure how that makes sense.

here's something cool! i might run for member of parliament in the next elections for the green party in brant! now it looks like our spring elections wont be happening most likely, but who can say...

how embarrassing

at work this morning i was standing at the printer collecting some papers, when i noticed i was wearing one of my converse runners on my left foot, and one of my dad's leather loafers on my right! ah the humiliation! (oh, and i'm working in e-commerce and marketing for castleguard health for the summer: view my latest project for them: total trim dietary supplements. good bunch of people.)

sweet mother of political economy

these are the lyrics to a new song my band is doing for our new album which we're commencing recording for in a week or so. finally i think my lyrical writer's block is fleeing.. perhaps cause school/politics-mode is leeching away, out of my brain.
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title: sweet mother of political economy

she bends beneath dim bulbs
five thousand seams she sewed
while outside sun's not reached midday
time triples still she toils
dark city, lungs are soiled
employees which i happily pay

build my god
bill my karma
i bid you goodnight

we hid beneath the leaves
adam and a thief
the lord walks and calls to ask the blame
i bit the fruit and lied
bargain bags by my side
trading trees for toilet paper fame

build my god
bill my karma
i bid you goodnight