Old Guards, New Methods

I've spent my life growing up and helping others. I've always been the one to extend my arms with open hands. Have been the one to lend a shoulder for friends and family to cry on. I've been the one that cares for others when everyone else turns their heads. When is it my time to receive the open hands? When is it my time to have a shoulder to rest my weary head on? I've grown into something the mirror doesn't see anymore. I'm not the same person I once used to be. If myself ran into the person I used to be. We would be strangers; we wouldn't even acknowledge one another. I've lost interest in humanity. I've lost the love and strength I used to surround myself with. I'm on a new road.... I'm back on the road your heart will always be able to take you back home. The road you've scraped your knee's & elbows on; trying to get away from. It's Fall of 2009. I'm on the road to find and better myself. I've had my new skin fitted over these organs and tissues. I can finally say I'm happy. I can't wait for our sick humanity who don't appreciate life to finally fail. I can't wait to watch you mother fuckers sink.

18 hours 9 minutes

Over 800 miles there is a girl in a city. A girl who has nothing to do with dairy products. A girl who doesn't need to fill her empty stomach on murdered flesh. A girl with point of views that make you look at the situation in a different way. A girl with a good head on her shoulders. A girl who only wants one thing out of life; to die young. A girl that simply serves food out of the back of her car. A girl who gives back. A girl with work that has influenced me. A person who can easily be looked up to in life. Her pictures have my eyes attention. Every image keeps them wondering from top to bottom. Taking the whole photograph in; not leaving any space uncovered. Her words leave me in awh. They make me think about what made her use the words she did, for the photograph she used. The way her photograph meets the words and the way her words tell the photograph's story; inreality it is something else. She writes about life & how it should be....fast, young, at her best. People talk about wanting a change; how come more people can't be like this girl I know and be the change they want to see?

Livin the City

Where climbing roof tops was only a place to climb to think and get away from everyone. You forget how good you had it when it's not yours anymore

It seems like the days are growing longer. It's like time passing for the tree's. To slowly let go of their green leaves that they've spent months preparing for. Waiting for this one moment, to slowly let go so they can start the cycle again. We are both impatient. There's an irritation under my skin, and has been growling rapidly. I know what I want. It's like summer descending into fall. It's something I want so bad and it's right in front of me. Yet is seems miles away, and out of my reach. Bring me 2010, bring me that road I've been dying to start new on. I want out

-Owen

Owen is enviroment friendly, fixed gear, my transportation. Even on our bad days...he doesn't complain where we go.