Theft, for starters.

my fourth of july was awesome, and definitely something that I was trying to convince myself to have the motivation to immortalize on this screen, but instead of taking the time to immortalize it, I’m going to take the time to immortalize my post saying I’m not going to immortalize my experience on the 4th of july.

but it was awesome – rest assured.

Oh, and a poem now exists (not) directly stemming from the awesomeness that was this holiday.  I wrote the second more-than-half.

Theft, for starters.
by Landon
Tha ReMiX – J-neezy (I’m J-neezy!  J-neezy is me!)

when you awake – to the darkness they dive;
fall back asleep, once again they revive.

And so it makes sense that there’s fear and surprise
on the path that we walk where our memories lie.
and the fears that we hide (deep inside of our minds)
are the fears that define how our pride is confined
by the words that we choose to abuse and confuse
and try to deny the usefulness of honesty.