its a shame how things end up sumtymes
because i wanted it to be easier
but it ends up an explosion
a line crossing trust funded freedom burn
i miss more than most know
what was and could have been
regret and mistakes come back and haunt ten fold
mostly because and well„,honestly
i just didnt know what i was doing
my thoughts were not under my own influence
i could quote and write so many lines
tho
it doesnt make a differnce now
apparently
it really never did
i will say
what oce was
will never happen
when i act as a mirror
and a person can finally see for themselves
i acted
and theres always a method to my madness
i could have potentially saved a life
there was no crashed car
or money burned due to insensitivity
there will be no bloodshed due to my own
and what was once so unsure can and will be happy and healthy for the guilty parties
except mine
i will continue to try and save
and set ones so free
its what i think im here for
and guided against will sometimes
i may have failed
over and over in your eyes
but i did it all for you
all for them
all the time
tho i spoke so detrimentally
what seemed like poison meant to slowly burn from the inside
deeper into self resolution
in form of hurtful honesty
all i wanted was for love to be accepted
sincerely and true
ive been fooled and ive been sure
right as rain as some would say
my heart seems to know the way
if you seem better off
if a smile is upon your sweet and lit up face bumps around the corner bars
giving light where darkness keeps you from seeing me
shots and stares from silent creeepers
deafening sounds of gluttony and possesive creatures
filling pages and pages and never sharing same space with friendliness
we all know eachothers names
regardless all i wanted was
and when you wanted now
i remembered what it was like
to yearn
and wish
and follow procedure
waiting like a vulture
we apologized too much
and again im sorry
not for all
but all for you
i travelled a one way street
going the opposite direction
i shouldnt have expected safety
but
still
i tried
and after all is said and done
you were right
i was love
we came from different directions
to meet in the same place
i wish you wouldve stayed
i wouldve given anything
and what i gave away was you
i lost
for the better
for you to be safe
for you to be happy
thats all i ever wanted
you did the right thing
thanks for being “honest”
i luv you
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performance journal (YIV-4/7/09) ShareWednesday, April 8, 2009 at 2:25pm | Edit Note | Delete another show at the world loungewe played a lot of noise
i was playing less notes
i cut them in half
dirk melted my brain with his guitar work
i found myself just standing and listening
it was a good night of music
a good , solid and honest performance
we’re on the radio in 6 and a half hours
you snooze
you lose
and i havnt slept
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Write a comment… hey i made this for you follow the digital footsteps down the pixel path golden tickets rendered useless and obsolete oh the mir ShareFriday, April 3, 2009 at 11:34am | Edit Note | Delete
heyi made this for you
follow the digital footsteps down the pixel path
golden tickets rendered useless and obsolete
oh the mirrors full of smoke
replaced and plated with thicker bullet-proof glass
safety just to keep the blood pumping
trapped inside a box
voluntarily
for the greater good
arms in the wind
perched on a ledge
balanced
View: Full | Compact * My Notes * Notes About Me * Drafts performance journal (YIV-4/7/09) Share Wednesday, April 8, 2009 at 2:25pm | Edit Note | Delete another show at the world lounge we played a lot of noise i was playing less notes i cut them in half dirk melted my brain with his guitar work i found myself just standing and listening it was a good night of music a good , solid and honest performance we're on the radio in 6 and a half hours you snooze you lose and i havnt slept Updated last Wednesday · Comment · LikeUnlike You like this. Write a comment... hey i made this for you follow the digital footsteps down the pixel path golden tickets rendered useless and obsolete oh the mir Share Friday, April 3, 2009 at 11:34am | Edit Note | Delete hey i made this for you follow the digital footsteps down the pixel path golden tickets rendered useless and obsolete oh the mirrors full of smoke replaced and plated with thicker bullet-proof glass safety just to keep the blood pumping trapped inside a box voluntarily for the greater good arms in the wind perched on a ledge balanced
Luck and lockk ShareMon 11:18am | Edit Note | Delete look at how intellectual we are
we are smarter than the average bear
did you use the scissors or a knife
cutting out the paper snowflakes
we are individual
just like ya know
best of
wishing you
and good„
yours,
luck Updated on Monday · Comment · LikeUnlike You like this. Write a comment… northy southy ShareSun 2:27pm | Edit Note | Delete i think that maybe i might
i can’t make you any promises
i have discarded my shoes in hopes of placing my feet closer to the ground
tho
we are like two magnets
two south poles
my feet and the earth
repelling one another
i will tie these shoe laces together
and
use them as a belt
i do not have a belt
i do not want these shoes
Written on Sunday · Comment · LikeUnlike You like this. Write a comment… @MOST WANTED FINE ART ShareSaturday, April 11, 2009 at 12:46pm | Edit Note | Delete
@ MOST WANTED FINE ART
Monday April 20
Kill Rock Stars recording artist from Minnesota
JEFF HANSON
with Remora, Dan Koshute, and Stephen Tribou
8 pm
[note: this show is not at Garfield Artworks. It is located at Most Wanted
Fine Art, 5015 Penn Ave. in Garfield, and is all ages.] Updated on Saturday · Comment · LikeUnlike You like this. Write a comment… performance journal (4/10/09 Brillobox-pgh/pa) ShareSaturday, April 11, 2009 at 11:33am | Edit Note | Delete i was asked to sit in with my friends ryan and daniel for a short piece of music during their set tonight. completely unrehearsed. those guys were great..all i can say is thank you
AEIOU and sometimes Y
see you 4/20 @ G.A.
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Sarah Madia at 11:41am April 11good show! come out and burn stuff with us later.Show 2 more comments…
Rebecca Boff at 11:53am April 11Stephen knows how to burn stuff lol… you should come! Stephen Tribou at 12:03pm April 11well then„,i think i just might..thanks for the invite.Write a comment… minimalistically ShareFriday, April 10, 2009 at 1:29am | Edit Note | Delete i am?
(fill in the blank)
here is an interview …
Updated on Thursday · Comment · LikeUnlike You like this. Write a comment… breathe ShareFriday, April 10, 2009 at 12:41am | Edit Note | Delete breathe
youre on the right side of everyone youve ever known
and
on the wrong side
of everything you need
with a story
it heats your heart
so
call it “sun”
in the city
where we learn to breathe Updated last Thursday · Comment · LikeUnlike You like this. Write a comment… swim swam swum ShareFriday, April 10, 2009 at 12:36am | Edit Note | Delete its funny
there’s a ghost behind the wheel of my brain
its funny
there wasnt one positive thought left in your honor
it was a competition in the end
i knew it all along
an endurance challenge
who can swim your vacant sea
larger than imagination
without arms and legs tiring
giving up to let the lungs do the work
i am treading water
floating for a year
i can swim
your,
vacant sea
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now is not the time
sometimes i cant hear very well
what??
??
?
say again
oh
sometimes i cant hear very well
what?
?
?
??
?
its a halloween party inside my body
my heart is dressed as my brain
my brain wears a power ranger costume
i spilled the salt and pepper so you wouldnt feel guilty anymore
i spilled
i wanted to tile the ceiling and paint the floor
i threw away the key
we’re locked out
dont hurt your feet
nor your toes
but you say wood isnt as strong as bone
Updated last Wednesday · Comment · LikeUnlike You like this. Write a comment… performance journal (4/8/09 wpts 92.1 fm pittsburgh radio) ShareThursday, April 9, 2009 at 1:34am | Edit Note | Delete sometimes i get so many ideas
it can become blurry inside the skull
i’m working with very good people
supportive
honest and trustworthy
tonights live radio broadcast
it was confusing for me a bit
very fast paced
everything was moving quickly
Luck and lockk Share Mon 11:18am | Edit Note | Delete look at how intellectual we are we are smarter than the average bear did you use the scissors or a knife cutting out the paper snowflakes we are individual just like ya know best of wishing you and good,, yours, luck Updated on Monday · Comment · LikeUnlike You like this. Write a comment... northy southy Share Sun 2:27pm | Edit Note | Delete i think that maybe i might i can't make you any promises i have discarded my shoes in hopes of placing my feet closer to the ground tho we are like two magnets two south poles my feet and the earth repelling one another i will tie these shoe laces together and use them as a belt i do not have a belt i do not want these shoes Written on Sunday · Comment · LikeUnlike You like this. Write a comment... @MOST WANTED FINE ART Share Saturday, April 11, 2009 at 12:46pm | Edit Note | Delete @ MOST WANTED FINE ART Monday April 20 Kill Rock Stars recording artist from Minnesota JEFF HANSON with Remora, Dan Koshute, and Stephen Tribou 8 pm [note: this show is not at Garfield Artworks. It is located at Most Wanted Fine Art, 5015 Penn Ave. in Garfield, and is all ages.] Updated on Saturday · Comment · LikeUnlike You like this. Write a comment... performance journal (4/10/09 Brillobox-pgh/pa) Share Saturday, April 11, 2009 at 11:33am | Edit Note | Delete i was asked to sit in with my friends ryan and daniel for a short piece of music during their set tonight. completely unrehearsed. those guys were great..all i can say is thank you AEIOU and sometimes Y see you 4/20 @ G.A. Updated on Saturday · Comment · LikeUnlike You and Ryan Phipps like this. Ryan Phipps likes this. Sarah Madia Sarah Madia at 11:41am April 11 good show! come out and burn stuff with us later. Show 2 more comments... Rebecca Boff Rebecca Boff at 11:53am April 11 Stephen knows how to burn stuff lol... you should come! Stephen Tribou Stephen Tribou at 12:03pm April 11 well then,,,i think i just might..thanks for the invite. Write a comment... minimalistically Share Friday, April 10, 2009 at 1:29am | Edit Note | Delete i am? (fill in the blank) here is an interview ... Updated on Thursday · Comment · LikeUnlike You like this. Write a comment... breathe Share Friday, April 10, 2009 at 12:41am | Edit Note | Delete breathe youre on the right side of everyone youve ever known and on the wrong side of everything you need with a story it heats your heart so call it "sun" in the city where we learn to breathe Updated last Thursday · Comment · LikeUnlike You like this. Write a comment... swim swam swum Share Friday, April 10, 2009 at 12:36am | Edit Note | Delete its funny there's a ghost behind the wheel of my brain its funny there wasnt one positive thought left in your honor it was a competition in the end i knew it all along an endurance challenge who can swim your vacant sea larger than imagination without arms and legs tiring giving up to let the lungs do the work i am treading water floating for a year i can swim your, vacant sea Updated last Thursday · Comment · LikeUnlike You like this. Write a comment... i am playing chinese checkers for the first time ever! Share Thursday, April 9, 2009 at 1:52am | Edit Note | Delete sometimes i have super human strength now is not the time sometimes i cant hear very well what?? ?? ? say again oh sometimes i cant hear very well what? ? ? ?? ? its a halloween party inside my body my heart is dressed as my brain my brain wears a power ranger costume i spilled the salt and pepper so you wouldnt feel guilty anymore i spilled i wanted to tile the ceiling and paint the floor i threw away the key we're locked out dont hurt your feet nor your toes but you say wood isnt as strong as bone Updated last Wednesday · Comment · LikeUnlike You like this. Write a comment... performance journal (4/8/09 wpts 92.1 fm pittsburgh radio) Share Thursday, April 9, 2009 at 1:34am | Edit Note | Delete sometimes i get so many ideas it can become blurry inside the skull i'm working with very good people supportive honest and trustworthy tonights live radio broadcast it was confusing for me a bit very fast paced everything was moving quickly
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performance journal (3/25/09-Brillobox) ShareToday at 11:06 | Edit Note | Delete this was an extra special show.a whole lotta fun
Dirk Miller was added to the lineup
my first performance ever with another human onstage
opened with an improve piece that flowed into Breathe which then turned into where does the shadow go
we covered Joseph Arthur’s “invisible hands” a song i’m in luv with
and “crying like a man” from his big city secrets record
we also played rest and spend(the slower version..everyone likes the poppy one)
and taste„,a song i hardly ever play anymore
in between was filled with improv noise
a solid 50 minute set
Dirk and I will play together again 4/20/09@ Garfield Artworks
opening for the very talented Jeff Hanson (KillRockStars)
looking forward
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Write a comment… performance journal-(Y.I.V. 3/21/09 pgh/pa) Share22 March 2009 at 18:52 | Edit Note | Delete i set up at the very back of the stagethe room was strange
very nice
but very strange
i was out of my element i guess
i opened the set with an instrumental piece i wrote back in 2008
its called “i miss the fly”
and
followed it with improv noise and repetition
i played w.d.s.t.g. without singing it
i found this version to be bland and dull
i was bored thru the whole song
i hit all the wrong keys and buttons which resulted in me laughing at myself onstage
“Breath’ was also included somewhere in the set towards the beginning
its a track currently being flopped around and recorded to be released as a single
nobody could hear the vocals
not even me
i played without my standard in ear moniters
only the second time ive done this in over 5 years
im not sure about my decision
“how quickly we’ll change” was played by request
not one of my favorite songs
and
it didnt really fit
i played it anyways
i almost pounded a hole in my guitar using the body for percussive purposes
all of the inside electronics are now loose and need re-wired
i ended the short set with an improv piece
the tiny crowd seemed pleased
tho
i wouldnt look them in the eyes
it was a strange night
i was having trouble focusing on the music
i’ll tell you later this week about wednesdays show..
enjoy your life
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Write a comment… pennies„jars and yellow eyes Share22 March 2009 at 16:19 | Edit Note | Delete i will never own a living dinosaurand
neither will you
is pluto still a planet or not?? Updated on Sunday · Comment · LikeUnlike You like this.
Write a comment… can i buy a vile Share22 March 2009 at 13:17 | Edit Note | Delete dog owners are always yelling at their dogs in the winter there are many complaints of the cold
its too cold
in the summer
its too hot
i woke up laughing
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Write a comment… failure and distractions Share18 March 2009 at 13:15 | Edit Note | Delete what doesn’t kill me makes me strongerand right now
i am invincible Updated about a week ago · Comment · LikeUnlike You and Colleen Danielle Cothern like this. Colleen Danielle Cothern likes this.
Write a comment… performance pieces Share17 March 2009 at 20:26 | Edit Note | Delete saturday march 21st @ Your Inner Vagabond 9pmStephen performs solo (debutante also performs) pgh/pa
wednesday march 25th @ brillobox 9pm
stephen returns to brillobox for a collaborative improv set with Dirk Miller (of Rusted Root/the Speeds)
with
Discuss
and
Arms and Sleepers
JUST ANNOUNCED!!!!
monday 4/20 @ garfield artworks pgh/pa 7 pm
stephen performs a hazy set on this very very special day
opening for Jeff Hanson (KillRockStars)
and tba Updated about a week ago · Comment · LikeUnlike You like this.
Write a comment… now lets see ifffff you will spot this one spot on i have weighed the pros and cons and exhausted every option this is a one way Share17 March 2009 at 12:36 | Edit Note | Delete now lets see ifffff you will spot this onespot on
i have weighed the pros and cons
and exhausted every option
this is a one way street
we are not allowed to meet in the middle of this road
we are not allowed to come from different directions
we are not allowed to say anything without judgement or remarks
we are not allowed to feel anything real
we are not allowed to speak freely with each other
we are not allowed to see each other
we are not allowed to touch each other
we hang like pinatas
beaten until something sweet pours out of our mangled paper mache bodies
i put this noose around my neck and gave you the other end
i’m planting seeds
catching lava rocks with bare hands
we are not allowed to fly
we are not allowed to love
we are not allowed to be ourselves
we
are
not
us
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Lucia M Aguirre at 14:05 on 17 Marchwow! coolio! Stephen Tribou at 20:44 on 17 Marchgangstas paradise?? Lucia M Aguirre at 11:35 on 18 Marchmore like weird Al “Amish Paradise”!Write a comment… ?????? Share17 March 2009 at 11:46 | Edit Note | Delete whatever happened to simplicityit seems it cant exist
whatever happened to honesty
and trust
and respect
and consideration
you dont fool me anymore
in fact you never did Updated about a week ago · Comment · LikeUnlike You like this.
Brian Jump at 12:06 on 17 MarchIf you’re simple, you’re dumb; if you’re honest, you’re a target; if you’re trustworthy, you’re gullible; if you’re respectful, you’re a suck-up. That in my opinion is what happened. Stephen Tribou at 12:21 on 17 Marchwow!!! and i thought i was bitter..this was written about my own approach to writing music..it really wasnt a question..Write a comment… til we’re blu in the face out of breath gasping for air we scream yet no one is listening all we did was try Share16 March 2009 at 14:54 | Edit Note | Delete til we’re blu in the faceout of breath
gasping for air
we scream yet no one is listening
all we did was try Updated about a week ago · Comment · LikeUnlike You and Jackson Thomas like this. Jackson Thomas likes this.
Write a comment… some things you shouldnt share its easier to push buttons than it is to push lead they tell me not to its not a good idea they Share16 March 2009 at 02:59 | Edit Note | Delete some things you shouldnt share its easier to push buttons than it is to push lead
they tell me not to
its not a good idea
they tell me what im looking for
they give me all my reasons
i am dissected
judged and questioned
i
m the pennies on the small tiled floor of a water fountain
im not real
im just a wish
a dirty rain cloud
a double sided hammer
im every flaw and imperfection
im the rhythm of yer heartbeat
im the answer
im the blame
im yer victory and yer shame
i’m the wind inside the sails
the anchor in yer sea
with a thousand bloodshot eyes
watching over me
i’m yer bullet
im yer gun
pull my trigger
bite my tongue
i can send you postcards
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Hanhui Wu at 07:17 on 16 March..As to send me postcards
View: Full | Compact * My Notes * Notes About Me * Drafts performance journal (3/25/09-Brillobox) Share Today at 11:06 | Edit Note | Delete this was an extra special show. a whole lotta fun Dirk Miller was added to the lineup my first performance ever with another human onstage opened with an improve piece that flowed into Breathe which then turned into where does the shadow go we covered Joseph Arthur's "invisible hands" a song i'm in luv with and "crying like a man" from his big city secrets record we also played rest and spend(the slower version..everyone likes the poppy one) and taste,,,a song i hardly ever play anymore in between was filled with improv noise a solid 50 minute set Dirk and I will play together again 4/20/09@ Garfield Artworks opening for the very talented Jeff Hanson (KillRockStars) looking forward st Updated 8 minutes ago · Comment · LikeUnlike You like this. Write a comment... performance journal-(Y.I.V. 3/21/09 pgh/pa) Share 22 March 2009 at 18:52 | Edit Note | Delete i set up at the very back of the stage the room was strange very nice but very strange i was out of my element i guess i opened the set with an instrumental piece i wrote back in 2008 its called "i miss the fly" and followed it with improv noise and repetition i played w.d.s.t.g. without singing it i found this version to be bland and dull i was bored thru the whole song i hit all the wrong keys and buttons which resulted in me laughing at myself onstage "Breath' was also included somewhere in the set towards the beginning its a track currently being flopped around and recorded to be released as a single nobody could hear the vocals not even me i played without my standard in ear moniters only the second time ive done this in over 5 years im not sure about my decision "how quickly we'll change" was played by request not one of my favorite songs and it didnt really fit i played it anyways i almost pounded a hole in my guitar using the body for percussive purposes all of the inside electronics are now loose and need re-wired i ended the short set with an improv piece the tiny crowd seemed pleased tho i wouldnt look them in the eyes it was a strange night i was having trouble focusing on the music i'll tell you later this week about wednesdays show.. enjoy your life st Updated on Sunday · Comment · LikeUnlike You like this. Write a comment... pennies,,jars and yellow eyes Share 22 March 2009 at 16:19 | Edit Note | Delete i will never own a living dinosaur and neither will you is pluto still a planet or not?? Updated on Sunday · Comment · LikeUnlike You like this. Write a comment... can i buy a vile Share 22 March 2009 at 13:17 | Edit Note | Delete dog owners are always yelling at their dogs in the winter there are many complaints of the cold its too cold in the summer its too hot i woke up laughing Updated on Sunday · Comment · LikeUnlike You like this. Write a comment... failure and distractions Share 18 March 2009 at 13:15 | Edit Note | Delete what doesn't kill me makes me stronger and right now i am invincible Updated about a week ago · Comment · LikeUnlike You and Colleen Danielle Cothern like this. Colleen Danielle Cothern likes this. Write a comment... performance pieces Share 17 March 2009 at 20:26 | Edit Note | Delete saturday march 21st @ Your Inner Vagabond 9pm Stephen performs solo (debutante also performs) pgh/pa wednesday march 25th @ brillobox 9pm stephen returns to brillobox for a collaborative improv set with Dirk Miller (of Rusted Root/the Speeds) with Discuss and Arms and Sleepers JUST ANNOUNCED!!!! monday 4/20 @ garfield artworks pgh/pa 7 pm stephen performs a hazy set on this very very special day opening for Jeff Hanson (KillRockStars) and tba Updated about a week ago · Comment · LikeUnlike You like this. Write a comment... now lets see ifffff you will spot this one spot on i have weighed the pros and cons and exhausted every option this is a one way Share 17 March 2009 at 12:36 | Edit Note | Delete now lets see ifffff you will spot this one spot on i have weighed the pros and cons and exhausted every option this is a one way street we are not allowed to meet in the middle of this road we are not allowed to come from different directions we are not allowed to say anything without judgement or remarks we are not allowed to feel anything real we are not allowed to speak freely with each other we are not allowed to see each other we are not allowed to touch each other we hang like pinatas beaten until something sweet pours out of our mangled paper mache bodies i put this noose around my neck and gave you the other end i'm planting seeds catching lava rocks with bare hands we are not allowed to fly we are not allowed to love we are not allowed to be ourselves we are not us Updated about a week ago · Comment · LikeUnlike You, Lucia M Aguirre and Aleksandra Radjenovic like this. Lucia M Aguirre and Aleksandra Radjenovic like this. Lucia M Aguirre at 14:05 on 17 March wow! coolio! Stephen Tribou at 20:44 on 17 March gangstas paradise?? Lucia M Aguirre at 11:35 on 18 March more like weird Al "Amish Paradise"! Write a comment... ?????? Share 17 March 2009 at 11:46 | Edit Note | Delete whatever happened to simplicity it seems it cant exist whatever happened to honesty and trust and respect and consideration you dont fool me anymore in fact you never did Updated about a week ago · Comment · LikeUnlike You like this. Brian Jump at 12:06 on 17 March If you're simple, you're dumb; if you're honest, you're a target; if you're trustworthy, you're gullible; if you're respectful, you're a suck-up. That in my opinion is what happened. Stephen Tribou at 12:21 on 17 March wow!!! and i thought i was bitter..this was written about my own approach to writing music..it really wasnt a question.. Write a comment... til we're blu in the face out of breath gasping for air we scream yet no one is listening all we did was try Share 16 March 2009 at 14:54 | Edit Note | Delete til we're blu in the face out of breath gasping for air we scream yet no one is listening all we did was try Updated about a week ago · Comment · LikeUnlike You and Jackson Thomas like this. Jackson Thomas likes this. Write a comment... some things you shouldnt share its easier to push buttons than it is to push lead they tell me not to its not a good idea they Share 16 March 2009 at 02:59 | Edit Note | Delete some things you shouldnt share its easier to push buttons than it is to push lead they tell me not to its not a good idea they tell me what im looking for they give me all my reasons i am dissected judged and questioned i m the pennies on the small tiled floor of a water fountain im not real im just a wish a dirty rain cloud a double sided hammer im every flaw and imperfection im the rhythm of yer heartbeat im the answer im the blame im yer victory and yer shame i'm the wind inside the sails the anchor in yer sea with a thousand bloodshot eyes watching over me i'm yer bullet im yer gun pull my trigger bite my tongue i can send you postcards Updated about a week ago · Comment · LikeUnlike You, Lucia M Aguirre and Hanhui Wu like this. Lucia M Aguirre and Hanhui Wu like this. Hanhui Wu at 07:17 on 16 March ..As to send me postcards
candied apples/rules and regulations/the skipping line theory 05:35
i am working on dialogue for a short film
and
locked inside a room with doors without door knobs
they open and close as they feel necessary
i do not feel trapped
i do not like the lighting here
it makes me nervous
not warm nor cold
temperature complacency
outside is a frozen ocean
with towers breaking thru waves
dim lit windows
yellow in hue
soft on my eyes
clouds spilling guts
then turning into ghosts
disappear
haunting me another day
there is no sand here
only stiffened dirt and mud
trees
dead and pale
snarling dogs
fresh from kill
blood dripping from teeth
waiting for sleep
only to wake and feed again
it isnt instinct
its habit
my mind is spinning
and still wondering
where is my partner
with brilliant eyes
and a wonderful mind
she’s teaching me to fly
i have no wings
its working well
suits me fine
i wanted to quit
she wouldnt let me
threatened with a broken heart
her own
i would never
latches,knobs,and buttons line the floor
ready to be pushed and pulled
each making different sound
i recreated luv and hope thru noise and electronic pollution
all i did was give in
sliders with green dotted lights
blinding me when night falls (fails)
swimming with snakes made of tightly bound wires with gold plated jacks
one into another
like a chain link fence
without the height
lacking operation
carrying what i’m thinking
transferred to boxes that hide sound
i’m working on dialogue
but i dont want to talk with myself
or
put words in the mouths of angels
i wont predict the outcome
and will not tell a story
and fix it to my liking
the story will be told
on its own
short film
candied apples/rules and regulations/the skipping line theory 05:35 i am working on dialogue for a short film and locked inside a room with doors without door knobs they open and close as they feel necessary i do not feel trapped i do not like the lighting here it makes me nervous not warm nor cold temperature complacency outside is a frozen ocean with towers breaking thru waves dim lit windows yellow in hue soft on my eyes clouds spilling guts then turning into ghosts disappear haunting me another day there is no sand here only stiffened dirt and mud trees dead and pale snarling dogs fresh from kill blood dripping from teeth waiting for sleep only to wake and feed again it isnt instinct its habit my mind is spinning and still wondering where is my partner with brilliant eyes and a wonderful mind she's teaching me to fly i have no wings its working well suits me fine i wanted to quit she wouldnt let me threatened with a broken heart her own i would never latches,knobs,and buttons line the floor ready to be pushed and pulled each making different sound i recreated luv and hope thru noise and electronic pollution all i did was give in sliders with green dotted lights blinding me when night falls (fails) swimming with snakes made of tightly bound wires with gold plated jacks one into another like a chain link fence without the height lacking operation carrying what i'm thinking transferred to boxes that hide sound i'm working on dialogue but i dont want to talk with myself or put words in the mouths of angels i wont predict the outcome and will not tell a story and fix it to my liking the story will be told on its own short film
i don’t know if i like your hair this way or that way
it sort of reminds me of a space captain’s helmet
tho
on the other hand
may also be seen as quite charming
i haven’t written in a little while
i lost my keys and have been looking for them for weeks
if you listen tonight you will need to wear a parachute
and load springs in yer heels
i don't know if i like your hair this way or that way it sort of reminds me of a space captain's helmet tho on the other hand may also be seen as quite charming i haven't written in a little while i lost my keys and have been looking for them for weeks if you listen tonight you will need to wear a parachute and load springs in yer heels
Editcandied apples/rules and regulations/the skipping line theory 05:35
i am working on dialogue for a short film
and
locked inside a room with doors without door knobs
they open and close as they feel necessary
i do not feel trapped
i do not like the lighting here
it makes me nervous
not warm nor cold
temperature complacency
outside is a frozen ocean
with towers breaking thru waves
dim lit windows
yellow in hue
soft on my eyes
clouds spilling guts
then turning into ghosts
disappear
haunting me another day
there is no sand here
only stiffened dirt and mud
trees
dead and pale
snarling dogs
fresh from kill
blood dripping from teeth
waiting for sleep
only to wake and feed again
it isnt instinct
its habit
my mind is spinning
and still wondering
where is my partner
with brilliant eyes
and a wonderful mind
she’s teaching me to fly
i have no wings
its working well
suits me fine
i wanted to quit
she wouldnt let me
threatened with a broken heart
her own
i would never
latches,knobs,and buttons line the floor
ready to be pushed and pulled
each making different sound
i recreated luv and hope thru noise and electronic pollution
all i did was give in
sliders with green dotted lights
blinding me when night falls (fails)
swimming with snakes made of tightly bound wires with gold plated jacks
one into another
like a chain link fence
without the height
lacking operation
carrying what i’m thinking
transferred to boxes that hide sound
i’m working on dialogue
but i dont want to talk with myself
or
put words in the mouths of angels
i wont predict the outcome
and will not tell a story
and fix it to my liking
the story will be told
on its own
short film
Edit candied apples/rules and regulations/the skipping line theory 05:35 i am working on dialogue for a short film and locked inside a room with doors without door knobs they open and close as they feel necessary i do not feel trapped i do not like the lighting here it makes me nervous not warm nor cold temperature complacency outside is a frozen ocean with towers breaking thru waves dim lit windows yellow in hue soft on my eyes clouds spilling guts then turning into ghosts disappear haunting me another day there is no sand here only stiffened dirt and mud trees dead and pale snarling dogs fresh from kill blood dripping from teeth waiting for sleep only to wake and feed again it isnt instinct its habit my mind is spinning and still wondering where is my partner with brilliant eyes and a wonderful mind she's teaching me to fly i have no wings its working well suits me fine i wanted to quit she wouldnt let me threatened with a broken heart her own i would never latches,knobs,and buttons line the floor ready to be pushed and pulled each making different sound i recreated luv and hope thru noise and electronic pollution all i did was give in sliders with green dotted lights blinding me when night falls (fails) swimming with snakes made of tightly bound wires with gold plated jacks one into another like a chain link fence without the height lacking operation carrying what i'm thinking transferred to boxes that hide sound i'm working on dialogue but i dont want to talk with myself or put words in the mouths of angels i wont predict the outcome and will not tell a story and fix it to my liking the story will be told on its own short film
i swear i could hear a train coming
or just going by
but
there is no train
not even close
i can hear ocean waves
so maybe it was a boat
incaseu havntnoticed
opened doors are for walking thru or closing
the hard part is choosing which one
initial
here „, here
and„„„„„„
here
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my first chemistry set
i spent most of my day sitting in a cold room
waiting
and then
i waited some more
i spent most of my year sitting in a cold room
waiting
and wondering
i spent a couple hours sitting in a cold room
counting to 1 million
then counting backwards
i spent a couple minutes sitting in a cold room
open door
two feet
one in front of another
we can see our breath
it takes us only seconds to set this room on fire
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letter from callahan
hey piko,
i checked the mail but the files did not arrive
which color packaging am i expecting?
my eyes have turned on me
just reds and blue man„,remember?
i also wanted to give you a quick heads up
the sticks are burned bro„went quick
we’ll climb another tree
call me when you get here
i’ll send a car
in the meantime
keep yer eyes open or you might miss something
your friendly caLLahan
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cast and crew
cast
(in alphabetical order)
wil thomas spencer-stephen tribou
ian syers-stephen tribou
spooks-stephen tribou
guard1-stephen tribou
guard2-stephen tribou
gas station attendant-stephen tribou
man at table1-stephen tribou
man at table2-stephen tribou
taxi driver-stephen tribou
hotel clerk-stephen tribou
space captain charles-stephen tribou
flight coordinator jensson-stephen tribou
talking fir tree1-stephen tribou
talking fir tree2-stephen tribou
written,directed,produced
by
dirt and sand
melody makers
hip shakers
trust
bail out
parachute shotgun
flipside
rerun
beggars heart
and
luv monkey
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Friday, November 14, 2008
the pittsburgh tribune says
they said this about my drawings in paint
“His paintings
could be described
as Tim Burton’s
“Nightmare Before
Christmas” as
painted by Jackson
Pollock.”-pgh trib
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up to date
my name is still stephen
i currently weigh 164 pounds
i am 6 feet in height
my hair is brown
i hav hazel eyes
hav u seen me?
i was last seen in late may
with a ray of light
i was heavier than about 200 pounds
my hair was longer and lighter
and i had a red beard
no„not like the pirate
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education/truth/patience
if u ask me whats up
i will tell u “time”
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Thursday, November 13, 2008
speechy
and now im saying everything in reverse
like
wow
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1+6+5+4+7+8+4+1
i do not
no
i do not
these are techy difficulties
importance
yes yes
i do not think about yer wisdom
what do you miss
whats to miss
what u hav must not be worthy
anyone can see
push yer buttons and let technology do its work
but
can u make an image come to life from nothing
from what isnt there
def not in front of you
sumtymes captured and caged isnt the rite idea
art is not a prisoner
u are a prisoner of art
ther is no choice
i hav no choice
luv art
luv art
luv
lluv art art art art
rite or wrong
the door is open
closed and opened again
close
eyes close
eyes eyes close
i brought my luv
u brought yer cup
thers not enough to fill it up
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how many different ways
how many different colors
how many different times
rhetorically put
much luv
lost sight
mid week
action crush
seperate
but
simple
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painty party
and give me nothing
i giv u brushes and paint
a canvas
and a heart full of luv
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Wednesday, November 12, 2008
forward motion/treadmill or windmill
advance advance advance
progress
my body treading water
my brain is still out skydiving
my heart in hibernation
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Tuesday, November 11, 2008
letter from jack 2
hey street sweeper
maine is beautiful!
we made it
wemade it
lost luggage at airport
we needed new wardrobe anyways
finally i’m buying a green shirt today
and
one for you too!
so far„
we do not
miss pittsburgh
this is too good
5 days
see u here on thursday tho
looking forward
dress warm cuz yesterday was just plain cold
dress warm
dress warm
wrap your heart in plastic wrap
dress warm dress warm
bundle up in layers
take your pick of gods
and see who answers all your prayers
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the new version/watered down
why??
u ask
for broken record purposes?
u know who we are
dont be silly
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Monday, November 10, 2008
letter from jack
last nite was as close as it gets to my fall vacation
2day we found the bagel store
we will buy u bagels
stay hungry
jack
mathematics and proof
hey blue screen
sendthis over to the daily
dont
w
o
rry
they wont
kill the
mess
enge
r
enclosed is
whats taller than towers
yet
much smaller than space
but bigger than
a plan
et
plane plan it
if u had 3 wishes
you’d wish for unlimited wishes right
?
?…….
try to luv a ghost and
u might
get spooked
try to time travel and u might
get
stuck
inthe past
passed
close yer eyes kid
hey watch this telepathic movie
i picked it from yer favorite genre
categorize evrything
i see
i used to look at you thru an empty
wine
glass
i used to
use two
use too
paint with a heart full of blue eyed dreams
eyes open
jaw to the floor
soups and cereals
here is a blog about letters
a
b
c
d
allwill b included
zero left out
e
f
g
h
i
j
k
lots
of
multiplication never ceases to amaze me
if i remain quiet
i can be exactly where i want to be on the numerical but
not alphabetical chart
very trusting
very understanding
