Calvin Harris-You Used To Hold Me (Kris Holiday Re-Take) by djkrisholiday

Calvin Harris-You Used To Hold Me (Kris Holiday Re-Take)  by  djkrisholiday

Curtain

Dear Toronto,

It’s been three months since I remember a rain like we’re having right now. It’s not very interesting subject matter but it is nice to hear when you’re all alone and have nothing to do but read, write, or listen to music. Good slow music. The rain forms an aqueous curtain on the main patio door window. It’s so thick that you probably wouldn’t be able to tell the sex of any unexpected visitor. And everything else outside is drowned out and looks like a water color painting someone’s three year is proudly displaying on the kitchen refrigerator.

This night will be an early one I’m afraid. I’ve grown an insatiable hunger the last few weeks and am feeling the urge to eat myself to sleep. I’m also very tired and long to fall asleep listening to the rain while thinking about the curtain I can only stand behind. Also Travis is playing and it’s making me feel extremely relaxed.

Good night.

North

Dear Toronto,

Do you care about the well being of others better than this place? It seems the further north you travel heads gradually lower themselves from the clouds. If you go far enough you’ll encounter free health care, better energy policies, and frost. I don’t miss the cold but it took a paradise for me to realize I was happier suffering in the icy vastness of a northern town. The job market was for shit but I never had to worry about people driving like animals just because their pretentiousness was more swollen than their fame.

I’m tired. I think a lot of us are. What are we doing? Seriously, what are our priorities now in 2007? When did our looks, money, and possessions become more important than kindness, patience, and love?

I fall short. But there are no examples to follow here. You have to make the effort or else move to where you don’t have to sell your soul just too uselessly try hard. I hit the nail right on the head.

Submarine

Dear Toronto,

Today is the first day in little over a year that I woke up completely rested. Despite my endless coughing from working in a smoke saturated environment I feel very alert. But, I digress.

What is it about the world that thrives on misery? As I type I’m accompanied by an evil thought that somehow this will be uninteresting to the majority simply because of my preset recharged state...

I think often how wonderful it would be to hear some good news on the T.V. at dinner time for a change. And not about celebrities or soft furry animals either. I want to sit down on some random Wednesday night and hear that more money is going to be spent on the AIDS epidemic, cancer research, or if I’m so lucky enough to see in my lifetime; renewable energy.

I wonder if somewhere down the road where I sit and type right now will be completely under water. Leaving all of the beautiful memory’s I’ve created in this place drowned never to be revisited again unless I inherited a submarine. Now I want to go on a submarine ride.

My wife came home and I lost my train of thought.

Wonder

Dear Toronto,

I’m writing to you because I’m curious. Curious as to the yet uncertain idea that you might have some answers for me. Before I dive head first let me start by stating that I believe my path chose me and not the other way around. So the fact that I’m writing to a city should come as no surprise.

I’m 25 years old. I work at night so to avoid dealing with traffic. I sleep a lot because my brain can’t decide what to do with itself, and I’m continually plagued by wonder. Mostly the wonder of whether or not there’s enough time to finish what I want to start and that invariably keeps me from ever finishing anything.

I love writing, music, and being left well enough alone, but mostly writing. Writing makes me feel purposeful; as if I’ve accomplished something very difficult. However, sometimes such as right now ironically this hobby doesn’t feel difficult at all; though there are times writing makes me wish I was dead; two extremes for my double life.

As of right now I’m longing to pay you a visit. But that will never happen because I’m married, and my wife would probably eventually leave me if I started taking trips without her; ultimately leaving me to wonder who left who.

I'm out of quips for now.

 

So

So my bros. trip to WI was a complete disaster. He won't talk to my parents anymore and they said the same. I hate that my bro acts like his mirror age. Shit happens man dammit!! And I hate that my parents don't see the error of their ways. boo hoo right? So stay the hell away if u know it's gonna depress u. yeah yeah it was my idea for him to go, but how the eff did i know that shit would hit the fan.

im gonna demand food on my plate now and not this shit! u can all fuck off cuz it's fucking up my universe!!

before myspace

my head will always starting thinking about this only to be turned right around almost instantaneously by an overpowering force whom i refer to as the myspace mindfuckers....

im trying to remember what i did with myself before myspace. oh yes, i remember now. i had a life. a life filled with books, music, sex, and curiosity. a life i was proud to call my own.

wait a minute. i still have that. how could i give you up my beautitul and always fulfilling myspace. i love u. here i come to look up bad vidoes and check to see if anyone left me a pointless (but for some reason entertaining as anything i've ever known) comment.

K

Jon

my parents talked my bro into coming to see them in WI for 3 days before he moves to France. he texted me and said that he was in hell. i had a feeling he would say that cuz i would too.

i'm soo00 tired but i'm restless. eff that shit.

k