It's alomst the end of the day and i have to write in my blog.

I wrote this to a girl on Facebook in July of 2007. Enjoy?

I finally got Facebook?!? I've been on here for like 2 whole weeks! lol, and i already have 49 friends! anyways, ya Montreal was great, we were in the old part, so all the building were pretty old and very European.It's probally like a really small version of France and way newer comparitively, but it's really the oldest place in Canada. anways, it was pretty fun except I had to stick with my brother DJ the whole time, which was ok, but he kinda gets on my nerves; we really aren't alike. But thats ok it was good to spend some time with him i guess, i don't see him a whole lot really. So ayways, you like the kilt eh? Thats probally the only thing anyone will like, seeing as it's the most "sexy". but I kindof get sick of them, especially when the are way to short, cause it's hard for a guy to keep his eyes where they should be when you can see too much legs ya know? Well, maybe you don't, and I'm not saying that they should be like the olden days when you couldn't even see ankle y kno, I'm just saying I don't want to see ass every time a girl bends over to pick something off the floor. Anyways, another rant, I'm sorry lol. So ya work is ok, but it's not really steady, and that kindof ticks me off. But its work. So I hope all is well with you, and I'll see you later! Peace!

Colin and Co.

I got lazy already and searched my poetry folder...

This poem was an assignment for a poetry workshop I did at Carleton last semester. We were supposed to write a poem about seduction. Unfortunately (or maybe not), I've never been seduced by a woman before, which I think the teacher had in mind. But I have been seduced by an automobile. This poem is dedicated to the car sitting stagnant in my mom's garage right now.

1986 BMW 325e

Induce

me with steel

memories of burning rubber.

These mechanical connections

are blowing my

mind.

Six

inline cylinders

driving the rear wheels.

Loose shift linkages make

my right hand

seek.

Find

the perfect line

into the apex then out wide.

Grip the wheel tight, downshift

feel the torque

push.

Slip

gravel powerslide

counter-steer to keep her straight.

I feel the growl of natural

aspiration, nothing

forced.

Ignite

injected fuel

empowering this love affair.

Eject exhaust with a song

for all to be

induced.

Colin and Co.

Welcome to the daily writings of Colin and Co.!

Welcome!

This is my second attempt at blogging. This blog will feature a daily writing from Colin and Co. Of what quantity or quality, I cannot tell. That is all. For today...

Into the sunlight burning retinas

Bundled in scarves and mitts

it's negative 20 degrees (celcius)

The periphery is freezing

Under these layers I sweat

Soar along the empty canal

Oh, the path to education!

Colin and Co.