Tales Of A Fox


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I know we don’t know each other very well, and the first time I hung out with you all we did was smoke cigars on the porch and watch re-runs of L.A Ink, but I wouldn’t of gotten through tonight without you. You being so strong gave me the courage to be strong too (even though i’m falling apart at the seams.) I’ll be sure to look you up next time i’m in Toronto, or next time I need someone to bitch at coffee machines with! You’re a cool cat, cuzz. xo

Lungs aching, legs resting. Eyes leaking, mind seeking. Heart, broken. Lungs Inhaling, legs moving. Eyes drying, mind accepting. Heart, mending.

I should’ve known when you brought me on an adventure yesterday morning that you had something up your sleeve. It was a gloomy morning, but somehow still beautiful. I also should have known that after glancing at the clock for the past year and a half and it being almost always 9:11 meant something more significant then the goddamn time. Tick tock, the clock stopped. But life goes on. They say the darkest hour comes just before the dawn. I’ll sow your seeds and i’ll move on. As best as I can, with your memory in hand. I love you I love you I love you, you meant the world to me. I’ll miss you. Rest easy, my friend.

"Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square hole. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do."

Got some images printed finally from one of my film rolls! These were taken sometime in October.

Sneak peek of some pictures from Halloween Weekend!


He’s one of them. You know, those people you’re drawn to for no goddamn reason. The ones with the eyes that burn holes into the back of your head. Fated to meet, for reasons you’ll rack your brain trying to figure out. But that’s just it, you can’t. And you won’t. They feel like your own skin. Yeah, that comfortable. Out of reach. Atleast for now. You’re too familiar for it to end before it begins. I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re the strangest stranger. 

Tale Of Two Wolves

An old Cherokee Indian grandfather decided it was time to take his grandson for a serious talk. As they reached the crest of a hill and looked down upon the valley, the grandfather began to tell this story told to him by his grandfather about the battle the old man was waging within himself. He said, “It is between two wolves, my son. One is an evil wolf: anger, envy, sorrow, greed, self-pity, guilt, resentment, lies, false pride, superiority and ego. The other is the good wolf: joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.” The boy took this in for a few minutes and then said to his grandfather, “how will I know which wolf will win the fight?” The grandfather smiled and said… “That is quite simple to know. The wolf that will win the fight is the one you feed the most.” Inside everyone of us is a Good Wolf and a Bad Wolf. We have no choice about it. Both are born within us at birth. 

However, as we grow up and become adults in life,we will find that one of these wolves will eventually kill the other wolf and then dominate our lives and the way we treat others.

Photos that didn’t make it off my hard drive part 1:

I was going through my old external hard drive and came across a bunch of old photos that I never released anywhere or posted to any of my websites.. I didn’t like most of these when I took them, since they were all mostly outtakes. These ones are of Oliver from Warped Tour 2010, in Montreal QC.

Sowing season.

They’ll name a city after us, but let’s face it. We’ll just burn it down. That’s all we’re good at. We hang like bats under railroad tracks. We’ll sell you drugs and buy them back. Classy? Not even a little. Your bones are all so brittle. Like the leaves that fall in Autumn. You have to learn, do things that make your stomach churn. Grow your backbone. Because even God knows you don’t have one. So, what are you going to do? How are you going to convince them to name a city after you?

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