i am tragically out of good books.

got a spare? or a suggestion?

drop knowledge.

me and a friend were talking about music to kill yourself to ( Read more... )

" I understand HOW: I do not understand WHY. "

Everyone should reread 1984.

think about this.

how easy would it be to fill up an ipod if you spoke three languages?

i just spent an hour listening to chilean folk music. and it was fucking rad.

also, i have no life.

i miss the touch of ink to paper but writing cramps my hands. and the words look so much cleaner here. crisp, steady font. uniform. there's something comforting in the stale unity of letters that all look the same. s'  that don't curve different ways. letters always between the lines.

i think the pc killed creativity.

pardon my angst.

i'm past it.

what's done is done.

time to use LJ for what it's really for.

cats.


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i honest to god, for once, thought you were different.

silly fucking me.

i guess it just goes to show you;

do you really want to hang out with people that would hang out with  you?

i feel all these things i want to say are too terrible to commit to words.

ha. went to the crappy escondido studio nigga' john used to play at to record gang vocals for the k6g demo. ran into a friend i haven't seen in a year or so. a lot of fun. all and all a pretty epic night. but now i can't sleep, and i have to be up early. =/

i don't think it ever gets easier.

i mean, i know it does.

and this is temporary.

but how long can temporary be?