<center><div style="text-align: justify; width:;"><font color="#000000" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; color: #000; font-family: times; letter-spacing: 0.25px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://prue.insanejournal.com/4841.html" style="text-decoration: none;text-transform: uppercase;"><center><i>THESE ARE MY WORDS, THIS IS MY MOUTH</i></a></font></center></center><div style="display:none;"><lj-cut></div><br><br><br><center><table width="600" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5"><tr><td width="150" valign="middle"><div style="font-family: arial; letter-spacing:1.5px; font-size:8px; line-height:10px; color:#777; text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px #ccc; -webkit-transform:rotate(-8deg);"><p align="justify"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/uT97dgs.png" width="150" style="opacity:0.8; border: solid 1px #faf6f5; padding:5px;"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/bb4l7ON.png" width="150" style="opacity:0.8; border: solid 1px #faf6f5; padding:5px;"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/2hp2xB4.png" width="150" style="opacity:0.8; border: solid 1px #faf6f5; padding:5px;"><br /><small><span style="background:linear-gradient(to right,#b0d7e5, #88bdd0);  border-bottom: 1px solid #324963;"><a style="text-decoration:none" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1lnryxO6Zw"><font color="#303030">"low"</a></span> <span style="background:linear-gradient(to right,#b0d7e5, #88bdd0);  border-bottom: 1px solid #324963;"><a style="text-decoration:none" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m17e6ldw4ho"><font color="#303030">"nobody knows"</a></span> <span style="background:linear-gradient(to right,#b0d7e5, #88bdd0);  border-bottom: 1px solid #324963;"><a style="text-decoration:none" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytY0Gf0aL44"><font color="#303030">"preacher man"</a></span> <span style="background:linear-gradient(to right,#b0d7e5, #88bdd0);  border-bottom: 1px solid #324963;"><a style="text-decoration:none" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RtZ8TSGt95Q"><font color="#303030">"feel you now"</a></span> </small></p></div></td><td width=""><div style="width:20px;"></div></td><td width="300" valign="middle"><div style="font-family: consolas; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; font-size:9px; width:300px; color:#777; text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px #ccc;"><p align="justify">you could say i've found inspiration in a lot of things. most of the time, i know i'll go looking for it. we used to be told growing up that even talent was a muscle you had to exercise. there was no such thing for us as just falling into the habits-- it was a forming method for us and we had to be open to the opportunity. there were times that i wished it was as easy as one, two, three and the next abbey road album would just fall on my lap and i would hit that nerve that most musicians are often craving and seeking for. "pure talent and energy" was what i heard when we started performing as kids, but it wasn't enough for me. i wanted to leave things behind that would pass long after my expiration date. i wanted to create. i wanted to gift. i wanted my music to make someone feel the same raw emotion and nerve i did when it was first written. and if i didn't, that would be okay, but if i did, how grand would it be to know that you figured out how to pour an emotion into ears? i'll walk the streets of vancouver, counting my steps and not pacing over the cracks, and take in the morning motion of main street in the distress of a weekend over. i'm pallid with questions unanswered and thirst for the simplicity of 9 to 5 on top of a layered schedule of filming, writing, recording, producing, memorizing, rehearsing. on the inside, things seem a lot more complicated than when you regurgitate them on paper. this, and that, and hers and his. i'm complicated only because the struggle to uncomplicate myself teaches me more things about myself than a self evaluation quiz on Men's Health ever could. i'm a vessel of inspiration. and an opportunist. and every day there's a new thought that adds to my complication. </div></td><td width="10"></td><