don't comment on this.. unless you want
i've figured it out
-i'm content being unsatisfied and unalive
-i like being unhappy
-i hate drugs, they will just fuck up my brain...
-i am going to continue having a big heart,
although it's harder having a big heart and being giving
it's also fulfilling
you know you're not self-centered
you know you're making other people feel good
etc.
-despite this, i think most people blow (but not the ones on lj.)
-i am going to be a music snob for the rest of my life (this makes me sad..)
-it's not that i judge other people's music, it's that i judge my own
went out to dinner with my uncle. why? i don't know.
someone told me i reminded her of sylvia plath. because sylvia was awesome (though i don't really like her poetry,)
i take that as a compliment
this is what tonight consisted of..
meeting people i'd never met
faking my way through the night, as Elliott would say it
someone spilling stuff on the table.. interrupting
a conversation aboutGeorge Bush
the cook was nice
the family's son was cute but not nice
i am so sick of people not being individuals.
sure it takes courage but..
it's also rewarding, isn't it?
to know you're not like everyone else
as my friend Steve wrote a long time ago.. but it's still true for both of us:
This is as good as it ever gets. "It's the Fourth of July, another June has gone by...." And another and another, the only future is more of the (dismal) past.... stars with musical strings attached that we can pull down if we can only figure out how.
The power of art. If everyone made the same ear-to-purse transactions, our world would be a much better place to be in. [he''s a communist.. lol.]
Instead, everyone gets a car and buys fuel and a big-box 'home' and clogs the roads and ruins everything and rationalizes about it like crazy. Nobody talks to anybody, friends are just enemies in disguise. Wanna friend? Get a dog. Everyone is out for themselves -everyone is in it for themselves... whatever. To quote William Burroughs; "I've got mine, fuck you." The great unraveling. No wonder Aimee remains Lost In Space. I don't blame her.
yet another dismal entry. it's honest. and it's making me smile. i don't know why. maybe because i sent an email to my English teacher today and it was sugarcoated
if only we lived in a world without words... ♥
-i'm content being unsatisfied and unalive
-i like being unhappy
-i hate drugs, they will just fuck up my brain...
-i am going to continue having a big heart,
although it's harder having a big heart and being giving
it's also fulfilling
you know you're not self-centered
you know you're making other people feel good
etc.
-despite this, i think most people blow (but not the ones on lj.)
-i am going to be a music snob for the rest of my life (this makes me sad..)
-it's not that i judge other people's music, it's that i judge my own
went out to dinner with my uncle. why? i don't know.
someone told me i reminded her of sylvia plath. because sylvia was awesome (though i don't really like her poetry,)
i take that as a compliment
this is what tonight consisted of..
meeting people i'd never met
faking my way through the night, as Elliott would say it
someone spilling stuff on the table.. interrupting
a conversation aboutGeorge Bush
the cook was nice
the family's son was cute but not nice
i am so sick of people not being individuals.
sure it takes courage but..
it's also rewarding, isn't it?
to know you're not like everyone else
as my friend Steve wrote a long time ago.. but it's still true for both of us:
This is as good as it ever gets. "It's the Fourth of July, another June has gone by...." And another and another, the only future is more of the (dismal) past.... stars with musical strings attached that we can pull down if we can only figure out how.
The power of art. If everyone made the same ear-to-purse transactions, our world would be a much better place to be in. [he''s a communist.. lol.]
Instead, everyone gets a car and buys fuel and a big-box 'home' and clogs the roads and ruins everything and rationalizes about it like crazy. Nobody talks to anybody, friends are just enemies in disguise. Wanna friend? Get a dog. Everyone is out for themselves -everyone is in it for themselves... whatever. To quote William Burroughs; "I've got mine, fuck you." The great unraveling. No wonder Aimee remains Lost In Space. I don't blame her.
yet another dismal entry. it's honest. and it's making me smile. i don't know why. maybe because i sent an email to my English teacher today and it was sugarcoated
if only we lived in a world without words... ♥