hello.

Can't you see I'm trying?
I don't even like it.
I just lied to get to your apartment,
Now I'm staying here for just a while:
I can't think cause I'm just way too tired.
-- Is This It by The Strokes.

But if you run,
You can run to the Coney Island roller coaster,
Ride to the highest point and leap across the filthy water,
Leap until the Gulf Stream's brought you down.
-- Eleanor Put Your Boots On by Franz Ferdinand

It was in love I was created
and in love is how I hope I die.
-- Coming Up Easy by Paolo Nutini

techno. in short, techno in it's purest form shows the blending between music and technology,
making the gap smaller between what music once was and what other genres of music there
could be. pop. the soda kind.

I believe that there isn't a single
thing on this earth music can't solve.

TECHNOPOP.

I am known as Tekk. And I am a girl.
I'm officially seventeen as of late march.
I don't know what I want to do yet, and that makes everyday even more fun.
My imagination get's the best of me, and I've gotten in trouble for it.
I believe that I'm lots of things that I shouldn't be.
But I also know that I'm lots of things I'm proud to be.
One of the most important things to me is literacy.
I have an irrational fear of cheetos.
I'm obsessed with astrology and mythology.
Sometimes I forget to sleep.
I've got the best friends in the world.
I can't spend a day without picking up an instrument.
I work very well with multiples of five.

BOOKS.

Kafka On The Shore by Haruki Murakami. Personally, I believe
anything written by him is absolute gold.
Looking For Alaska by John Green. I've read it so many times
my copy is pretty much dead.
No One Belongs Here More Than You stories by Miranda July. She's
the kind of person who creates so much from so little pages.
East of Eden by John Steinbeck. Just because it's old doesn't mean
that it isn't a brilliant novel.
Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer. Yes.

MUSIC.

Backseat Goodbye. When it comes to lucky charms
I eat the marshmellows first.
Amanda Palmer. There is a boy in a band who is friends
with my French teachers' stepson Sebastian.
Wolftron. I hate the smell of smoke but I've learned to
hide it in, and then when I'm old I'll damn these broken lungs
I should have listened to my friends.
The Honrary Title. Petals broke from tips of roses hidden underneath
my arm.
Bright Eyes. You offered only one reply, you know not what
you do.

STORIES.

This is a Story About Love ((And Ways to Find It))
The first story I've decided to post on fictionpress, as of this moment I'm not sure how long it's going to be, because I've fallen in love with the imaginary people I call characters. In short, it's a story about a boy who figures out who he is, and maybe that's the point of everything. malexmale.
Chapter Eight: Completed. Not Posted.

Alright, so I've decided to make it offical--I'll try my very best to have weekly updates.
No more excuses for me! So please review, yes? Yes! :D

MYTH
I've been writing this story for a while, and I'm beginning to really get out all of the little kinks in it. I don't remember how I got the idea, except I can't really tell that much about it or that would give everything away, so you should read it to figure it out :D It's a fantasy/supernatural peice and to be honest I'm in love with the genre.