If the stars are the most beautiful, perfect things we know and nothing is beyond the stars, then is it just a paper backdrop, some thin wallpaper that when penetrated there is nothingness behind it?

Things seem to get more complicated or simpler as time goes on...

The night is a world apart of what people know....

Shiiiiit, what the fack!

Is one alone forever? Maybe some are and some aren’t, I suppose, or some are and others are lying to themselves. That's life, that's death, that's time...

it all comes down to time.

I guess in this world all you got is yourself, when everyone is there and when everyone is gone, you’re the one who can't leave.

The new background is righteous! The artist responsible, none other then one of my best pals Ricky, thanks dude, I fuckin love this background, now it really is from hell... heheheh
Today looked like it was going to suck, but things like this (the new background) just made my day sooo much better.

Man, the fuckin River City Rebels just played, the pit was great, small, but I fuckin loved it. It’s been a while sense I've been a pit and this is just what I needed. There was such a “togetherness” at the show. I've never been a huge fan of the Rebels, but that was a great show... the Kitten's did great too. Man, I feel so fuckin wired now, its ( Read more... )

I don't feel like typing, so I'll do the live journal cliché every fucker does and put a song in. but let me say that you might THINK this is a fucking Johnny Cash song, but its a cover of Nine Inch Nails goddam it... I love Johnny Cash and thought he did a good cover, but NIN's is still better cause it was the original ( Read more... )

What the fuck is wrong with me? I haven’t been artistically motivated in so long, a year or so, but it feels like years... why the fuck have I hit such a dry spell, I can't write... its driving me insane. I need fucking help, I can't do this fucking shit, why the fuck haven’t I been artistically stimulated... It’s just a lost cost in the end.

Today wasn't too bad, the start of the day was rough, and I didn't want to get up at 8 to go to movement, but I dragged my sorry ass out of bed and went to movement and acting ( Read more... )

It's all fucking pointless

Everything's just so hard, so much work to do, and no way getting around it that I have to get it done. I feel so alone and confused, I just don't get why... its not like someone's gonna come and save me out of this depression, I have to pull myself out again ( Read more... )