Corporate boardroom buzzwords are meaningless and worse than useless.

Sundays have always been a disappointment for me. If you've never spent the entire day just moving about, drinking beer, enjoying the weather and putting off the upcoming week, you should. Maybe not every week.

RPM '09 instrumental. This one was a lot of fun and relatively painless and unplanned, which accounts for its roughness.

lyrics: The silence sometimes is all you have to say and I believe it, and you and everything surrounding the skin beneath your eyes Time's without a shield or an attack against the sight of a lifetime that was burning you by And I may…

this song makes me think of a splintered piece of wood. lyrics: It's a cold day out, the kind where you think you're missing the longer days with the sun beating on your face but you're beside me and I think the cold was a gift to lead…

Turning point #2. The storm clears and though there is an endless blue above, clouds will forever be a part of the sky.

An ambulance ride through the poor side of town; a delivery of self and social status lyrics: The outside was a barren wasteland; dilapidated houses garbage on the ground And the buildings' aging faces echoed the sirens and her pain across…

a state of denial/hope lyrics: I don't care what bad boys say with their little white lies to keep themselves safe drown themselves in fermentations all good girls go to heaven I don't care what bad boys say with their little white…