mustachio bashio

beautiful day

disregard the weird "aging effect" that was splattered all over my face in the third photo.




today was a beautiful day. i spent a little bit of time in the studio working on litho prints and listening to the elizabethtown soundtrack. with the rest of my afternoon, i've spent my time sitting outside at the picnic table with my love, kevin.

missin this girl like cuhhhh-rrrrraaaazzzyyy

"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living."

i'm way past my breaking point.


why haven't i broken into a million pieces yet?
why haven't i crumbled at the start of each day?
why do i let this happen to me?

i need to stop asking "why?" but i can't help it.


i don't know if i can do this anymore.

i wish i could do this forever...

i wish i could just make mixes and mix packaging for a living. i'd even be happy not even making the mixes, just making special handmade packaging and cards for people to put their own mixes in. it's something that thoroughly enjoy doing and it makes me quite happy. i've had quite a bit of free time on my hands these past few weeks, so i've been making quite a few. this is the most recent one i've made and haven't had a chance to ship off to california to ms. reed yet.


the container is a little box i made, which take a bit to perfect


this is the bottom of the box


it contains two sleeves that hold the mix cd's


those sleeves fit neatly inside the box, along with a little handmade card


and the top fits nicely right on top

smiles

and now my life ebbs away...

i resisted coming here, to open the harbors that guard my heart. abide with me, fast falls the even tide. this darkness deepens, lord with me abide. and what does not flow freely from you? am i convicted of what i say? forgive me this bride that knows your redemption yet shamelessly walks away. and now my life ebbs away. night pierces my bones, and these gnawing pains never rest. and how i long for that day (when i will return to ashes and dust). if my steps turn from the path, or if my heart has been led by my eyes, or if my hands have been defiled, then may others reap what i have sown. better that i dwell in the house of the lord who upholds all those who fall than reap this harvest of a life waged in the flesh. and what do i gain but the exchange of the truth for a lie? and a heart conditioned not to feel, callused by the nature of my pride? and now my life ebbs away...and now my life ebbs away... away...