This is Mark's journal. Sometimes I post a little, sometimes I post a lot. Sometimes there's stuff going on, sometimes there's just nothing happening. I will talk about Pearl Jam, european soccer, all American team sports, TV shows, Playstation games, my stuff, my stuff not working, the shows I get to go to, the shows I don't get to go to, Radiohead, books I've read, CD's I've heard, the meme's I do, CD's I have, DVD's, politics, the weather, and current events, in no particular order, depending on what's on my mind. I don't try to be boring, but sometimes, I admit, that happens.
-- I walked in line, when you held my hand that night... I've seen your eyes, and I have seen death's disguise, oh hanging on me... I'm lost at sea, don't bother me, I've lost my way... I'm lost, I'm no guide, but I'm by your side. I am right by your side... I want to be, one of the harvesters of the sea... I'm in hiding... I belong anywhere but in-between... I can't hold on forever, even walls fall down... I will myself to find a home, a home within myself... I woke the same as any other day except a voice was in my head... I will defend, but if we change, well I love you anyway... I'm becoming less defined, as days go by, fading away, well you might say I'm losing focus... --
Admire (or cringe at) the lovely Rochester weather!