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Capturing Moments Pt.2...

What is life without expression?

 What are words without intent? 

What are wants and desires without action? 

Make moments that will last for an eternity. Live without restraint. Think freely. Make moments that matter, to you.

Insanity by Anotherone

Somebody That I Used To Know by Heraklid 

Shh by Player And Prayer

Capturing Moments Pt.1 - 

ex-tc.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/capturing-moments.html

Pictures taken from www.deviantart.com - No infringement intended. 

You&You...

The belief that I was over all of these feelings, all these emotions, turned out to be wrong. In a flash, just seeing your face brought everything back. I remember the complements, the ones you paid me. I remember the phone calls and times spent together. I remember the rage, and your confusion, your emotional immaturity. You never knew what you wanted. I hope you never find out. You deserve a life alone. It's just like you to be quick with your words, saying what you feel, never thinking of the consequences. Every signal you sent said ‘take me now’, but when I tried to pursue, you assured me I had gotten the wrong message... or maybe it was just a message that you didn't quite get across right. It wasn't even about f***ing, it could've been more. I wanted more. Those are the kinds of signals you sent. I could call you any time, we could go for something to eat whenever, you wanted to spend time with me, you missed me.

After seeing you again, I wonder if you remember anything you've said to me. I wonder if you still miss me. I wanna know if you know how angry you make me, how our whole ‘situation’ stays with me, and how I wish I done things when I could've.

I regret nothing... just you, and you.

Edited: 20:56, on 26/10/2012
EX/TC can be cruel sometimes.

Portico Quartet - Steepless (Kaytranada Remix)

Acting like this actually ain't the shit...

4mins of EX/TC

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Tonight...

Nights like tonight...

When the air is new, and crisp. Where you walk on pavements tinted in a golden glow.

The cars that pass are few and far between.

The simplicity of the night allows for reflection. It grants us the time and space to think.

Tonight, more than any other night in a while, I feel alive.

As the moon watches over me, I am rejuvenated, with a strengthened belief of ones self.

I'm in control.

I'm always in control.

We are the architects of our own destinies. Deciding for and against elements of our infantile future.

Dreamers, realists, optimists, pessimists, each word spoken sets us upon an unwritten path.

The quill has ink, the dawn is approaching.

What will you write?

Girl I Miss You...

Sorrow

EX/TC

...

No More Heroes.

Trying to organise my thoughts, and feelings, into words that are meaningful, and coherent, is proving to be challenge.

There's so much I want to say; I want to describe what's going on in my heart and mind, but my ability to do so is null.

Maybe it's just my ‘emotional immaturity’, as someone insignificant from my past had once branded it.

Everything I was sure about, I'm suddenly less sure. Everything I thought was real and true, now feels like it could be a casual lie.

I just need some reassurance, a reminder of what is good, simply just to quell my insecurities and doubts.

Does that make sense?

I need saving from myself.

Everything, Tomorrow.

There's a moment of realisation, that occurs on the cusp of greatness.

Where it dawns on you, that things can be made into much more than just potential.

When you have a clear belief in what the future has in store, and what tomorrow's successes will entail.

You would want it all. When at that point, you would fight for what it 'could' be.

The future is everything.

Everything, EX/TC.

DropxLife - 12x12.

Everything, EX/TC.

The Mind of Truth...

No lies can survive in the mind of truth.

The perception/deception, the way you can't cheat yourself.
It's all false, well, you hope it is.
You need it to be, for the sake of your own sanity.
I urge you however, to reconsider this reality.
This man-made, ill-constructed plain, where we would still feel required to ask ‘What is freedom?’
What kind of reality is that?
How is that ‘real’? Who said it was?

No lies can survive in the mind of truth.

The cracked mirrors reflect back a distorted figure of one's ‘self’.
The real you? Not quite.
The you that your eyes see...
The you you never wanted to be.
The you that reminds you of me.
The denial, underpins the passive-aggression and the hatred, the fear and the anguish.
You don't want to admit who you are... You've buried that deep within.
But I'm there, still, under your skin.

No lies can survive in the mind of truth.

Howl...

Florence + The Machine

Forever...

Remed and Saner; Wahaca Southbank Experiment...

Queen Elizabeth Hall, Southbank Centre, Belvedere Road, London, SE1 8XX

The Balance of Life...

This week has been crazy. There's been so much to enjoy, but by equal measure, there has been more than enough to loath. This is the balance of life though, I suppose. People wouldn't care to believe that we could be so young but go through so much. Life dares to throw some of the most astonishing situations at us, and simply just says to us ‘cope’, so we do. But it's not easy. It never is.

The Collection...

Some people collect stamps. We collect hearts.

- Still EX/TC

Phantom Scars...

Lyrics:

Tricky heart longs for waves

Sound of distance

Presence stays

Your cold words turn to gold

As physical fortunes can be sold, can be sold

Your beauty lies in your scars

Your hidden love

that once was lost

Your hidden love

it isn’t lost, it isn’t lost

Don’t run from your pain

Love is warm even in the rain

Stop running,

You can’t run from your own shadow

Your beauty lies in your scars

Your hidden love

that once was lost

Your hidden love

it isn’t lost, it isn’t lost

W∆RREN XCLNCE - Examine Me [Feat. Etta Bond] (S∆VCLOUD's AngliscRemix)...

Cookies - The Dream...

Jason Nolan - Mister Myriad...

Losing For Fun...

And in that one moment you see everything you've worked towards implode. Your world becomes a sappy mess, spawned from the unwanted residue, scrapped off the back of your worst nightmare. Everything that meant so much to you suddenly means very little. And you see that now. You see that it was all superficial. And fake. Always fake. Always a glossed over, primed up lie. Just the way you originally intended. You were happy. It made sense until you lost control. Things were said that couldn't be taken back. The masks came off and the truths came out. Before you lose it all, you have to have it all.

I just starting losing.

‘I don't know’...

So here we are again. In this same conversation. Aren't you sick of this by now? I know I am. I was sick of it months ago. I often wonder how I'm still with you. And I don't mean ‘with you’, I just mean talking to you. “There's no harm in just talking” - yeah right. You yammer on about things I really could care less about. But the moment I ask you ‘What is this between us? What am I to you?’, you miraculously lose the gift of speech. ‘I don't know’... You don't know? Are you f*cking serious? Maybe I think too deep into these things... Maybe I just know what I want. I want you. I want you to grow up and tell me that you want me too. I want you to fall into my arms and tell me how much you've longed for the moment when you could call me your own. I want you, without the games and the second guesses. You make it hard for me to keep up with your insecurities. You judge us based on your past. This isn't then, this is now. This isn't him, this is me. Just be honest. Not to me, but to yourself. Go with your heart, not with flow.

Pazes - Rogue States feat. Biblo...

The Next Posts

The next few posts will feature tracks and instrumentals selected by myself and Echoes.

Everything EX/TC.

Forever EX/TC.

Her Text Message.

‘It's stupid things like this that you make me do. I have some things on my mind that I really have to say to you...

I always rush into these things. I get caught up in emotions. I get excited, thinking one day I can call you mine. I say stupid things and forget to be cool. You make me childish and immature. When you don't reply I get insecure. I apologise for anything. I say it means nothing, when it meant everything. I want you more than I'll ever say. I think about you almost every day. When you want something this bad, it has the power to drive you mad. It would hit me hard if you ever go. But I just didn't have the courage to let you know... And I still don't.

xx’

Hearts Pt.3

There is love in our bodies and it holds us together.

But pulls us apart when we're holding each other.
We all want something to hold in the night.
We don't care if it hurts or if we're holding too tight.

Hearts Pt.2

There is love in your body but you can't get it out.
It gets stuck in your head, won't come out of your mouth.
Sticks to your tongue and shows on your face, that the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste.

Hearts Pt.1

There is love in your body but you can't hold it in.
It pours from your eyes and spills from your skin.
Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks and the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts.

Florence + The Machine - Shake it Out

"Regrets collect like old friends.

 Here to relive your darkest moments.

I can see no way... I can see no way.

And all of the ghouls come out to play.

And every demon wants his pound of flesh.

But I like to keep some things to myself.

I like to keep my issues strong.

It's always darkest before the dawn."

Today, Tomorrow, Forever...

The situations I often find myself in do not come about by rounds of conscious decision making. They are random, and like my moods, often inexplicable.

So is this me denouncing responsibility for my own acting? Quite possibility, yes. I believe that I am a product of the today; a result of all the world's injustices. I will be no different tomorrow, for tomorrow will be different from today. This is our reality, this is our forever, and it will always be this way...

It will always be EX/TC.

Capturing Moments...

These pictures depict the essence what being Lost feels like, capturing these moments of euphoria for all time. In that same way, they explore the same topics and themes that we as EX/TC reflect upon. Photography, poetry and music combine to relinquish the senses, finishing in a climax that leaves the soul numb and the mind displaced...

These images are courtesy of Yume-In-Waves via her Deviantart page, no infringement intended: http://yume-in-waves.deviantart.com/ - visit and share ...

The Rise...

There is only so much that we can do, as men. As men we are born to laugh and lust. It seems we cannot fight our human nature. It defines us. It controls us.

As men we are born with desires. We always strive to better ourselves, to become better men, to become more than just a man. This is the rise and fall of all things that walk this Earth... the desire to be more than what your nature allows. The innate urge to break out and become something beyond your biology.

We're on the rise...

The fall will come.

Rain...

The Abyss...

“- And so we walked. We walked across the plains of reality. Strolling the line of actuality, treading upon that which did not exist. We walked until our legs gave way. Metaphorically speaking; we could go no further. So it was there where we stood. Lost in a forgotten uncertainty, we gazed upon the abyss... ”

I Once Heard...

I once heard that life is what we make of it, and that we are the rulers of our own fates. But how could this be when things outside of our control can dictate our futures? I think I've figured out a way to escape though. The only way to avoid being controlled, is simply to admit that you don't have control. So let's all just let it go. Let's not anticipate a future. Let's accept that nothing is ours in a world contstructed by others. Let us expect nothing, but gain everything previously forbidden. Freedom. So let's just live...for now.

I'm lost, again...

"It seems like I've lost myself again, Etcetera. It seems like I've failed. A year ago, I sought to prove to the world that people can change. Namely, me. I said, 'Etcetera, I know I don't need to be such a sadistic introvert. I don't mean it, y'know, time just passes by faster when I am.' And now, after feigning many positive emotions and human interest on my search for social ingenuity, I'm back to being the asshole you've come to hate. Except now, it's much worse. Now, I mean to be. Now, I mean it because I know they deserve it."

Welcome...

We've lost all sense of reality, but we don't fear... We live in state of euphoric confusion... We've created our own reality, our own world, where we 'rage'... Not out of anger or bitterness but out of expression. We do it for the sake of art... We aim to hypnotize and disorient... We are EX/TC...