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WANDERER'S GUILD

I want to travel with my mates, playing music that we love singing about what we feel deep down in our heart. Playing to people just like us, and if we can just inspire them to do something good for themselves or someone else well then we've spread our message. But it might not even be that they do something good but it gives the strength when they might not have any.
I want to wander the world.

THE CLOCK KEEPS TICKING

And so I turn seventeen, the number after sixteen :)
Can't wait to see the family, hope you guys have a great day!
Much love xxx

CHAMPAGNE TO MY REAL FRIENDS

I take great pity in the people who believe they are better than another person and feel the need to shun or act condescendingly. It's really shows your immaturity when you ignore greetings and talk down to other people. It's rather humorous in the end because I know you'll end up with sham friends who don't have your back and hang around you for the fad image, and when that disappears so will they.
So don't expect my friendship if that is you.

PICTURES

LIKE ROSES

Life is like a dandelion clock, it floats whichever way you blow it.

Too easily we are caught up in the throws of day to day life,

feeling stressed and beat down because we didn't get to do what

we wanted or something to quench our own desires.

Don't become a priest and drastically change your life, just do

the little things well.

Stick to your guns, and stick to what you know is right.

SUNRISE

2009 brings new friends, new places, and new experiences.

This year brings the end of my schooling and a new leaf of

my life and so I'm trying my best to put a positive step

forward towards life after school!

I'll be taking as many photos, drawing as many drawings,

and living as much as I can over this year making sure I

don't have any regrets. This is an affirmation of me.

STICK TO YOUR GUNS

Yes I know I'm late to the band wagon but my mates just got me into them!

Check out their myspace and this video

WAKE UP

Wake up, open your eyes,

pull back the curtain, surprise!

Push back the political spoon,

be ready to draw on high noon.

They're slaggin' nerve gas,

be ready to hold fast.

CLOUDS

Hollowness resounds inside this chasm,

attempting to hold onto what was never there.

Lost in a sea of insecurity the waves crash over me,

the light flickers through the ageless blue.

I'm looking towards the sky yet I'm still drowning,

wishing I was upon the ships of the sky.

Only in my dreams I am granted to fly.