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here;s the pete and myslef polishing off some sweet birthday candels

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here we find the male and the female of the human species.... apparently bored out of their minds.....

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I thought this pic deserved a spot on my blog.... it was taken for my mothers ebay thingy.... she sold the coat.... thanks to my good looks.... and the super cool modeling classes i took in preperation....

christmas sweater

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dad, hannar, laura, ina, and miguel.... starring at somthing

after

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we were freezing our toes off... and couldn't feel our bottoms.... yet we still had time to pose....

before

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the rachel and I before the polar bear plunge, new years morning, on sanders beach getting interviewed.... three years in a row... all in blue paint.....

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Dan the man with his well deserved fro....

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here is me and stunningly beautiful Laura......this was last saturday at the CHS ball .... it was awesome.... we started off the night with some macho nachos and a phish taco in the yukon..... then we went into the inn and had an extremely bloody steak and an extremely dry steak after that we enjoyed the company of our closest and most distant friends.... we cut one fine rug and then sat in the back of my car and drank sparkling grape cider untill the sun came up over lake coeur d'alene.... i had alot of fun and as soon as we get the film developed i'll post more pics....

do you realize, you have the most beautiful face
do you realize, we're floating in space
......do you realize that everyone you know someday will die....
and instead of saying all of your goodbyes, let them know you realize.
-F. L.-

last night was awesome..... ok bye

melody to the gods

i only know three chords and they are these....
the f, the g, and the c....
i only know three chords and they are these....
the f, the g, and the c....
and these three chords i play for thee
that you may hear and come to me
the f, the g, and the c....
moving my fingers slowly....
playing this song painstakingly
the f, the g, and the c....
we both know that you still love me
but how this will end, neither can see
the f, the g, and the c....
so for now we will draw with words and with melody
the only one i know, the f, the g, and the c....

is it ok

i want to forget but something is telling me not to...
i don't think it's you ... i wish it was...
that way i could say no instead of not knowing who to answer to....
this want, it's stuck deep inside of me ... like a thorn on the right side of my heart....
i want to pull the want out but i fear that with the release i will let loose a storm....
a sea of .... well... i don't know....
is it ok not to know....
is it ok to hold on....
i was hoping you could answer....

in the tea house

howdie all


i'm in the tea house ... they finally got online.... it's awesome
i have to say... i love the world......
it's totally ugly and people are killing eachother..... but for some reason i'm in love with life right now!!!!!!!!!!
hey guess what? we have a new pope!!!!
he's all german or something.... oh yeah popalicious...
oh well .... i'm not catholic anyways..... did you know david ducouveny has a blog..... is that how you spell his last name? i give up... well i'm going to go home go for a run and then make a song for my love........... good............ b..............y............e
LOve, mike:)...
PS. oh hey i have a new blog i'm starting ... !
PPS. you should check it out....

a really bad dream

i had a really bad dream about her last night
it wasn't her dieing , it wasn't a fight
she was with someone else and having a child
the way she looked kind of weird with a smile
i asked her if she was making love
and she said "oh yes
it is always better than you
you could never love like this"
and then i woke up




that was really weird but that was my dream..... it was creepy....



i don't really know why.....

become a luthier or DIE!!!!!.....

well i think i figured out what i am going to do next year.... go become a luthier!!... in case you are wondering what that is.... i will explain.... a luthier is a guitar builder/craftsmen/repairman..... so .... this fall i am going to head out never, eat... east to big rapids michigan to study the art of the LUTHIER!!!!!! how cool is that.... the school is called galloup guitars and it costs around 17,000 frog skins for a six month course.... talk about student loans.... but, by the end i will have made my very own acoustic and electric guitars..... also.... i will have purchased an entire tool set so that i will be ready for the employment..... but i think that when i am done i will just go back home and enroll in NIC for a year, working out of my house as a guitar repairman and builder......maybe get a job at the local shop.... then me and my lady can go run off to U of I or WSU to study bbbusssssiiinnnneeeesss and music and love making.... or something like that...... I don't know.... but i mean FRICCK I'M GOING TO BE MAKING MY OWN GUITARS!!!! THE JOY IS TOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!! oh yeah! i will only be 3 or 4 hours from my old home town of mundelien!!! so i am pretty excited .... yeah i know .... it's the cooooolest thing ever.... ok... i'll keep it posted as it comes.....

when like turns to love...

it's hard to find the fine point, when like turns to love...
it's like trying to understand why clouds are flat on the bottom....
or how we are really 99% nothing....
or why we see everything upside down....
it's like holding a baby in your arms, watching her sleep....
or seeing a beautiful piece of art, made 100 years ago but still capturing the imaginations of people today....
it's hard to see the line when a friend becomes a lover...
you're so nervouse... you have been wanting to tell her how you feel... you have been wanting to kiss her....
and then it happens...
and as that happens your heart starts to turn...
you stay through fights and bad times....
you hurt her....
and you fear she will leave...
but she stays with you...
time starts to speed up and life gets brighter....
just as it did when you first met.....
when she was unatainable...
in her courdory pants... dating your good friend....
the look in her eyes that told your heart to follow....
now becomes the look that tells your heart to leed....
when like turns to love....

dear lover

dear lover-
don't you like the way love drips from our lips...
it's hard to resist your honey filled hips....
as you slip and you dip into the dark..................
it feels good as it should beating out of my heart..
as your grip on my back tightens with ......
every movement of your honey filled hips.................
drenched in words that cure every ailment..
your hands are soft, warm and comforting........
around my arms you wrap your fingers.......
as time turns into space turns into heat turns into life turns into blood turns into peace turns into joy turns into passion turns into something that we can't explain that neither of us can do but grasp at all day......
and that is how we came to be lovers...... two summers ago in the back of Mrs. hattenbergs car......
with all the windows down......
on a busy street not making a sound.

the party last night...

Willst what worldly possessions doust thou boast
tis but your thoughts "i love buttered toast"
hast thou done wrong in the eyes of thine lady
beatest thou on thine own ham it t'weren't too lazy

hast thine love seen not far for yonder
been in though blankest eyes one wonders
willst though not run over and there
if t'weren't for you tight purple underwear

Jr. prom.... last year

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here in the city by the lake.... try to act real... pretend to be fake

baby Ina

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this is the latest addition to the siemens 10.... which is now the siemens 11!

fingers for a car

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i'm really happy in this pic because i just bought a jeep... but not only that , i am totally drugged up because i just cut the tips of my fingers of...f .... i should be sad but oh well... kind of a cool story that i'll log latter...

indian girl page

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little indian girl

here's a new song that i wrizote in the booth of my life!
there's a picture of the page i wrote it on ... i think it's neet

(chorus)
i like the girl with long braided hair who's flown with eagles through fires and through cares
i said hey , my, my, my, my she's my my H-frame girl
she sings my thoughts
my little indian girl
my my my my she's my my H-frame girl
with beads in her hair
my little indian girl
(verse 1)
here we find the joined ginger friends
their spinning happiness never, ever ever ever ends
off into the bleeding stars that are falling because of broken hearts
spin the joined ginger friends in their dance that they can't end
spin the joined ginger friends in their happiness that they can't end i said a hey hey hey
(repeat chorus)
(bridge)
who's got the best burgers in town... bacon( repeat at least four times)
who's doing drugs tonight
want to get in a fight?
don't be so uptight!


(song slows waaaaaaay down it's nearly half time... but a bit slower)
i keep running down the hall but you're already gone
to jupiter, and you'll never come home
(build up and get all rock awesome!)

(verse 2)
i just want to play with you all day
you have pretty lips i like what they say
i'm just learning now how to do
what you do with those honey filled hips of yours

(chorus and then ...... stop!)

feeling grooooood

i'm feeling pretty good..... and great..... i had a crap of a day and nothing seems to be in order.... it's like now that graduation is nearing i have to .... do something with my life.... but i don't know what... oh well.... so i feel like i'm putting pressure on the situation... everyone else is cool about it... my girlfriend is totally the best.... she gives me all the time in the world to think and talks to me with her heart... she makes me excited... and my parents are like ..."hey , mike , no pressure here"... and all my friends are too concerned with their collective fates to notice my problemo..... so it's seems like i'm the only one that is stressing........ and it's depressing.... the way i'm stressing.... i have everyones blessing.... but not any salad dressing... i should make that into a song.... pretty sweet.... ok i'm going to go and try to figure somthing out.... i mean why am i doing this... who am i talking to right now? no one..... exactly... well i see your point.... no i don't have a dog.... i understand...............................ok .... bye..... this is pretty lame.....

the unmarried thirty year old

my town is the only town in America with an apostraphy in it...
coeur d'alene....
it means "heart of the awl"....or aul....or somthing ...
well it's french in origin...
an awl is ... kind of... a wood carving instrument... the heart of the awl is the tip...
a very sharp instrument....
with a very sharp tip....
my town is beautiful... there is a huge warm lake...
a fun downtown.... and scenery like you wouldn't believe....
when i moved here i remember hating it... i drove into this town off of the freeway just outside it... it looked ugly to me... and dead... it was nothing like my home...
although it was mid november ... and the sky was grey.... i just couldn't stop focusing on my home...
i entered my new house... it was tan... the grass was dead and cold... covered in a thin layer of snow... i hated it ...
i went to school.. no one here understood... they didn't care... so i switched schools... the only comfort i had was my old phone book... i could call anyone in that book and expect a good talk... a nice embrace from the past... and an "i miss you" to top it all off...
the winter went by and the spring came ....
the flowers bloomed and a new world was born...
the sudden change startled me... and i fell in love with a new place... i walked the streets in my trunks... talked to cute girls... swam in the deep blue water... and realized... how different i became... it was a bright summer morning ... i tied up my shorts and grabbed a t-shirt... i walked to the mirror in my bathroom... and, before putting on my shirt... noticed i was starting a tan... my skin looked healthy,and i smiled.. i looked in the mirror at the smilling boy... who wasn't there... in his place was a man... a man that no one, but me, noticed grew up... i was pleased with the way his shoulders seemed to be broader ... his muscles larger... after that day... i met my future... a few short weeks later i went back to my old town... expecting things to be the same... but they were not... my old group of friends didn't hang out anymore... my old home seemed dead and grey... the girls didn't kiss the same way they kissed on those dark summer nights ... and no one noticed what i had become... not even my closest friends... i went home and wrote these words down....
"i am a stronger man than when i left,
i have learned to stand up for what i believe,
and remain standing in great times of adversity,
you wouldn't recognize me if i came back,
and that's why i'm not going to..."
it's true ... those words i wrote... i really believe them in my head... but ... in my heart... i can't change the way i feel... i wish i could just do what i know is right.... but there will always be a hope for the day when i turn thirty...

me and the laura...

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ina grace

you crawl to me ...
on your rug burned knees...
you live a life happily...
free of worry and carefree...
so here's advice when you come of age...
keep looking forward every day....
when somthing ends just turn the page...
baby sister ina grace...

you always know when you have had too much to drink...
your eyes begin to droop, and your words turn into ink......
you always know when you've had to much to drink.....
you can't get up the mast, as your ship begins to sink.....
you always know when you have had too much to drink.....
your guitar plays too loud, and your hands start to shrink....
you always know when you've had to much to drink....
your hair is long enough , and your thoughts begin to link....
man.... i've had too much to drink.........

melefuent

i've always thought that there was a huge void.... in time and space....
the grateful dead dropped out of the jam band arena when jerry died about seven years ago....
and phish just recently dropped out... although trey is still doing his solo work... it's not the same....
so ... there's this void... it's the void of the jam band.... the string cheese inccident is working it out right now.... and the allman bro's have always dripped like water on the brain.... but last night.... oh last night was somthing i've never heard before.... our band bacon was opening for uptime and melefluent .... two local bands that are pretty popular here.... well uptime played after our set and they were good... it was like .... funk meets rage against the machine.... they played for about an hour.... then i left to go and pick up my car from my lady friends casa.... i came back to the show and melefluent was already on.... the last thing i remeber about last night was dancing into the early morning.... i just couldn't stop....they are like one huge acid trip.... but i've never done acid nor will i ever .... so.... instead i just bought a shirt and their cd.....blow my mind!

when i see you

i hear these noises in my head....
loud...
pulsing....
pushing my heart in different directions...
throbbing....
boiling my blood....
tearing my skin...
i cry....
in pain... the pains of loss overwhelm me as the noises gather together their strength to defeat me....
rushing down my arms... cutting throught the tips of my fingers...
melting away at the lining in my veins... rushing towards my heart... towards my brain...
i cry out...
no one hears... no one hears where i've been...
i cry out to God...
at first i cry out for relief ... looking inside my self at the disfigured body .... this body that was a gift to me...
i cry out in pain to God...
I know he hears me ... but i won't admit it.... i want relief ... from myself...
i cry out in pain to my God....
but this time i cry for a time when He will show me His plan ... when He will show me my plan....
and suddenly... the pain subsides... and you walk in .... imperfect .... like me...
we hug and i notice that you fit...
my right hand on the small of your back...
my left hand resting comfortably inbetween your shoulder blades...
your embrace is tight ... but comfortable... accenting to my shape....
you look up at me... and you ask
'how was band practice'
i kiss your lips before answering
'just fine, i wrote a new song'

my nunin poem

it's hard to type on this keyboard.... the light from the lamp doesn't seem to... reach....the....keys.... maybe i'll move it.... i went blog hoping just now and came to one conclusion... everybody becomes a poet when they open a blog account.... and blogs are basically people yelling out what they want others to hear but know they never will.... ok that's two conclusions.... well like now ... who am i talking to... you? no ... not really... i think i'm talking to myself.... but i'm really just trying to yell out how i feel to someone or label the way i feel so noticably that maybe....by some weird turn of events.... my true love will read and we will finally start a secret e-mail love affair...ohwell.... but since everyone becomes a poet on the blog i have decided to deny myself the right to poetize.... or .... well.... write poetry... on my blog... because ... i mean the best thing that could come out of it is more hurt for me and the ones reading.... my poems litterally suck the buttay anyways.... here's my best stuff.....
i love to blog....
it is fun....
i wouldn't blog....
if i were a .... nun...
because blogging is forbidden to nuns...
and.... the pope would probably have his way with me which wouldn't be fun ....
because not only is he dead but very wrinkly... and polish....
so now do you(infinite space, time, and cheese fries away) understand why i just can't keep my poetic charm online.... it could hurt someone... really badly... man... i hope you never read this!

the one thing that's always gotten me....

i really can't keep pulling myself back to you... what your write .... it burns me inside... your love for another... it burns the hell out of me.... it makes my skin crawl.... it makes my eyes fill with bloody tears that i've been waiting to cry for five years... five years of me stuffing other girls with the love i hold for you... and i can't do it any more... i can't keep reading what you write... because instead of being toasty inside i'm burnt with envy...

the way my thinks are thinked

i think i need this time to think...
but i'm not sure what i should start thinking about...
i think i should think about my past with her...
or i think i should think about my future with you...
i think...
but the harder i try to concentrate on thinking i find that i'm not...
instead i'm daydreaming...
on both accounts...

nyquil trip

today i've swallowed a half of a bottle of nyquil....
my toes itched a little at first while my body remained still....
and then a short shiney moon marched in on my parade.....
she was two full scoops of vanilla and she tasted home made....
today i found out you're just a cancer...
i moved my lips to speak....
but all that came out was....
you're not somthing that i need....
just somthing that i want....
today i found out i'm not a ball room dancer....
today i found out drugs aren't my answer