I am currently sitting in a coffee shop in the fine city of Toronto. The sun is finally starting to break at 704 am. Speaking of which I am watching the new Twilight Saga's Breaking dawn Trailer.

Question: How exactly did Twilight become a saga? If by saga you mean a really long sequence of movies in which a bunch of teenagers run around with white powder caked onto their faces, pretending to confront serious grown up issues. Then yeah I guess you can call Twilight a saga. It isn't exactly the same as the God Father Saga is it?
Unless you consider Micheal Corleone's character somewhat of a Cullen, which I can see, given his droopy and meloncoly like nature, then maybe sure the two saga's can be related. But alas, Micheal Corleone is no Cullen and I should be shot behind the ear for even suggesting such a thing. Swimming with the fishes.

The weird oriental man has now been replaced by a strange oriental women who is sitting three feet across from me. Rubbing lotion on her hands, reading a book sipping a coffee of some kind of Latte, she continues to glance up at me. She, on the other hand is rocking what appears to be a Beatles like hair cut. Ironically The Beatles just came onto the radio. What a world?

Time now is 7:31am. Went outside for a quick cigarette break. I'm waiting for this damn bus to show up at 8:00am and time couldn't tick away any slower. While outside I did see a a sign that read, "Thank you for your smiles and laughter as you sit and sip your favorite hand made beverages. Come again" I must say it was quite inspiring. Moving in such a way, as I haven't seen a smirk or heard so much as a chuckle snice I've come in here. That is, of course, excluding the old lady who was sitting next to me. She was all smiles. But then again, shes old. Old people always smile and laugh. Their old. There always friendly and kind. (There at the end of the road, why be bitter) Either that or their exact opposite. They can be some mean old sum of a bitches, can't they?
Ten to 8 time to pack it up... TTYL.

The Sin of Omission

Why is a sin of omission worse then a sin of deception? Why, because in doing so the person ommiting the truth does not feel as though their doing anything wrong which means their behavior will never stop. There is only a feeling of accomplishment, no feelings of guilt. They feel as though they are actually doing the right thing by convincing themselves that "Oh they won't understand that what I was doing was truly innocent, or they'll only get mad because their temper is out of control." When the truth is, its just as bad, if not worst then lying. Why is it worst? Because when lying, you are, at the very least giving the opposite party the chance to see you for who you truly are, whither they believe the lie or not. But when hiding the truth you are not giving that person that privilege. You see, this back fires when said person your committing this sin against already knows the truth. Then all you doing to showing them your true colors, insulting their intelligence and motivating vengeance. So understand the difference and stop now. Especially if you love them. Stop now!! Cause I'm telling you, Karma is a bitch.

Distant Terrain

Such fire that burns and instinct that rages..
Can never be tamed by limits of pages
Such chemistry driven, such trivial things,
is as fierce as the flame that encircles the ring.

So if fallen from heaven she has done in a flash
Then a crater of passion she has left in her wake.
And if dinning with wolves be misfired desire
Fast asleep with his foe be his only mistake.

Tis' a game and a role playing side by side killers
Only matched by in skill are the grace of her curves
For her body is soft yet still firm as a pillar
And the dreams that she shares makes my memory burn

But alas, In the end, I except the reality
that as sweet as the tune That does carry her name,
Tis a dream and a game held together by fantasy,
yet in ignorant bliss I continue to play.

So please call out my name in this distant terrain,
As we dance in a time forged by wired dimensions
My intention is true, my internal inception,
are as proud as a steed claiming honorable M E N T I O N

Tainted Bow.

Deceptive eyes, Deceitful tongue, has burned in whole the blackest heart.
Can I surmise what lies within are tragic ends to blissful starts?

The mind is racing, lungs constrict my heart does seize at thoughts so dark.
When infinite and cavernous this soul of mind does drift apart.

Marooned am I, adrift is this, oblivious to what shall come
With closing eyes my heart denies, the past and future joined as one.

The present given unto me , bestowed with grace I do regret
This gift is wrapped in tainted bow.. When come undone, seduction sets.

Suspicious mind, vindictive heart, corrupted soul, endangered love.
Tormented nights, obsessive days, now justify the words above.