Comments | ketchupxcore: dead by the winter

ketchupxcore

dead by the winter

Feb 12, 2006 21:42

Ughghgh. My mood lately has been constantly not very good. The feeling is simmilar to imagining laying down deep deep in the woods during a quiet snowstorm where eveything but the light wind and falling snow is muffled. You just lay down in the snow, close your eyes, and just let the snow bury you. It's this encapsulating feel that the music I've ( Read more... )

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yam_yam February 13 2006, 04:18:26 UTC

My diagnosis: seasonal depression. Curses! When all else fails, blame the weather!

dystaind February 13 2006, 06:45:22 UTC

hey man, sorry to hear that things are so rough right now. i kinda feel like a jerk since i sat next to you for a good portion of this night and was wrapped up in work and silly hardcore music, but that's besides the point ( ... )

ketchupxcore February 13 2006, 14:59:48 UTC

such a lengthy response! i really appreciate all that nathan, and it makes me realize we don't hang out enough. there's something that will get me out of the house! thanks dude. bro to bro.

catholiccore February 13 2006, 20:15:18 UTC

Stop listening to drone metal and up the youth crew jams! Keep it posi!!!

PIT OF EQUALITY!!! YEAHHHH!!!

But Spence no, don't worry about ladies. Break the gynocentric self-esteem paradigm! As a gender studies major, I can tell you that deriving your own self identity from your sexual/romantic interactions with women not only enforces identity based politics, but is a serious blow to postmodernism. So if nothing else, do it for po mo, man.

ketchupxcore February 13 2006, 21:59:17 UTC

See, that's the thing, I'm already confident in myself for the most part, and have formed my own personality, and a general idea of self (at least for how old I am anyway, obvi things are gonna change and whatnot as will my outlook). I suppose its just the long period of enjoying being single is coming to a close, and a lady would just be like the icing on a cake, so to speak.

sickboydead February 14 2006, 02:28:43 UTC

encased in snow the light dims. the air stops flooding in and lurks in coldness. the cold seeps in and you draw breath from this prayer tunnel. you draw air from this coffin of snow. there is no one else here. there is no one else to think this through for you. you can get out if you want to. but you cant focus out there like you can focus in here. what are you telling yourself as this happens? what do you feel? the light is almost gone now. leaving only the slightest of luminescent blue light to let your eyes wander. you hear nothing. no draft can find you here. the only scent you can smell is that of water seeping into your clothing. the damp aroma of wet clothing. soon though that will also fade. soon the only senses left to be used will be your feeling. and then that will leave you too. it will leave you completely and utterly undistracted. what are you thinking now? how do you feel when there is nothing? you can focus now. you can think without time because in this space time does not exist. you are set apart from time because ( ... )

blisteredlips February 15 2006, 03:00:09 UTC

Spence, we should catch up and talk. I would appreciate it, and I think we both could use it.

Hang in there, Buddy.