Artist Vs Poet

a white washed and frozen sky.
I came to the door,
eyes maladjusted from the light.
But your voice rang clear.
You said, "For all I thought Id ever need,
its hard to face the holidays without..."

Winter Passing - The Academy Is...

A dance group from Olympia doing the Thriller Dance at Zomprom.

Day 76: December 5, 2009
Song of the day: Red Car Wire - Affinity

Last week the weather man said it was suppose to snow alot, but it didn't. Not even one spec. :( BUT. He told the truth this time. Haha. It's been snowing all day and it's sticking!!! SO EXCITED. I can't wait to make a snowman. :)



Q: Is it snowing in your town yet?

They live still through the days
trembling lips and wild eyes
They're walking still in a warm embrace
For me the rest, accursed roads and limited skies.


My friend kissing someone I think I love. I think I loved.
dreams are sometimes so cruel...

Yes, those are scraps of paper..
Different textures, shapes and sizes.
I'm the weird kid who tries to use everything and anything in the art of reinvention. I decorate with broken earrings and scratched cds. Look for potential in a once sturdy plastic case. Collect scraps of delightful looking paper, in hope of using it to make more special another carefully crafted endeavour.

Do you believe in making things interesting all over?

myspace.com/bidwell
music video for my boys(:

...this is my mixed tape for her
it's like I wrote every note
with my own fingers...

-"The Mixed Tape", Jack's Mannequin

Now that's what I call old school. Yes, I do still own my boom box from the eighties. I use it when I wanna break out the cardboard and spin on my head. Not really, but it's great for decor and memories. Even though I do love my ipod dearly, I sometimes miss the days of making mixed tapes.