Last day of class! Yay! Life is sweet.
To anyone that I've offended, sorry. I try to be a nice guy, but sometimes I don't do everything right and personalities clash.
Finally, I'm considering changing my "stage name" to Dorian Gray for a few reasons. Dorian Gray is from Oscar Wilde's book The Portrait of Dorian Gray which is a great book. Dorian Gray is a person's name so it might be less confusing for those who think that Hastheboyfallen is a full band. Also, Hastheboyfallen was originally a screamo band and I did not think of the name. Dustyn (ex-Arms Length, To Fester Within) made it up so I sometimes feel guilty for still using it. However, I've already come a bit of a ways with Hastheboyfallen already and it might be a mistake to change the name now. Any opinions: e-mail me.

And now for something completely differet:

*Set Apart: Set It Off*

There's one night I might try to remember for the rest of my life
But I promise nothing
they're made to be broken
After you
They broke the mold
After you

There are things left unsaid
Untied like the loose ribbons down her back
Or the shoelace that I wore with shame
Walking from the south end of the gym to the north end in a graceful fashion
Or just sitting this one out
Dodge ball in the ash age

These lines were drawn lightly
Meant to be erased
Friendly and unanchored
Just something set aside
Like her soft hand across the dividing line
Set aside like something dying

This chord of twine is metaphysical
Above it hangs the cosmos in the balance
The greatest acrobat
Below hangs the paperclips of deceit
The closest facimile to hell
Below hangs the demons of self-image

This used to be a clock
There used to be a chair here
The homes of age
The aging homes
Ignite with the slightest spark

A pyre is where they put the past when it's over-extended its usefulness
A final resting place
A battleground between the tears of youth and the ravages of age
I've been afraid for a long time
I've lived in fear too long
I've been afraid, but not anymore

Courage means faith and the opposite of faith are the same thing

My favorite commercial right now is the one for the VW Bug Convertable. Ok, I don't endorse the Bug Convertable or VW (they used Jewish slave labor during WWII), but I think it's a great commercial. It's basically schenes of this guy's monotonous life: waking up, eating breakfast, going to the office, looking at the womyn across the street longingly, but knowing he can never reach her, constantly doing the same tasks for the God of Capitalism. When I first saw it I was thinking, so commercials are critiquing the monotony of commercialism, interesting. So I'm on this high because it's been revealed to me that cynicism is the new 'hip' until the end where the guy is on a bridge over the road between office buildings. He looks down and aparently sees the product they're selling. They're trying to say that there is a consumption solution to life's problems, but it really doesn't go with the commercial at all. I like the comercial because it's good art and it doesn't really even make me want to buy what they're selling. Plus there's a wonderful song in it. It sounds a lot like the Beatles. Commercials have had good songs lately. Other commercials with good songs:
Both the low rise jeans ones, but especially the one with the French dictionary
The VW one with Pink Moon by Nick Drake (duh, Nick Drake is amazing)
The Nike (Nike is evil - sweatshops) one with the cool piano music - I'm not sure if that's the same one as the one where all that stuff is about to happen but never does so it leaves you feeling all unresolved at the end, but that one's good too

The moral of this story is... there's art in everything, just ignore the corporate crap.

I wrote this poem for Carl. If yr wondering why I haven't wrote a poem about you, chances are I have but I just didn't post it here. Please don't e-mail me complaining that I wrote a poem for Carl, but not for any of my other friends. Whatever.

*Real Ways (For Carl)*

The words that float out of my head like bubbles swelling with weight
Ready to burst and burn someone's eye
You are the one in the corners of consciousness watching as the bees unfortunately survive their honeycombs
You with yr idealism
You roach on an old dirty couch breaking dried leaves into a glass bowl
You were there with eyes shining and face lit like a torch

The wings that my lungs become stand to gain from the new found grasp of the metaphysical
Sometimes I just can't help being the way I am
Hello officer welcome to my world
Welcome to the steel gates between anarchy and totalitarianism
How can I help you?
What seems to be the problem?

You were there with bright eyes shining and an handful of smoldering ash
You were lurking like a wallflower in the corners of life
You couldn't bare the flashlight in yr face so when I looked back you were gone
Just another aparition blowing my mind like a 12 gallon drum