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Sitting here listening to cursive...coursing through my headphones. Hopefully quelling some of the many thoughts that are swirling through my mind. Wish I could seperate fact from fiction and the mythical from the true. But it's all so difficult. Maybe that's the way it's all built to be - maybe its supposed to be this beautiful chaos with a ( Read more... ) -
you're gonna get it
random mustache parties.
in the studio.
to driving to bakersfield.
yes - again. oh my.
i sit and wonder what is going on.
how many decisions can one person be faced with.
i can't handle it all right now.
it's overwhelming.
so i'll sit in a small, shit hole town and look up at the stars.
and ponder my options. and the many ways out.
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what to do...
Yeah. I don't really know anymore.
First trip to Bakersfield was probably the oddest trip I have taken in a while.
Got to hang out with the Keith man - that always makes me happy. I'm glad when he's around me -he constantly makes me smile.
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The symbols could not be glaring at me more. I get it - I’m digesting it. Nutwood. Brookhurst. Bullet Belts. And this craving for a burger. Okaaaayyy. I’m on it. The new tattoo on my finger won’t let me forget - I promise.
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STOP STARING
MY MIND IS CHAOTIC BUT MY CANVAS BLANK
DEAL WITH IT
CREATE YOUR OWN IDEAS AND ANSWERS
GIVE ME SOMETHING TO DO
SOMETHING TO FUCK UP
SOMETHING TO CREATE
I DO BOTH SO WELL
YOU’RE SCREAMING SILENTLY
WORDS VIBRANTLY SPILLING FROM YOUR PIXELATED SCREEN
I COULD CARE LESS
MY MIND IS BLANK, LEGS RESTLESS
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you're not fucking special
Things make a lot more sense to me right now. After a three hour long conversation with a man I had previously idolized, my perspectives are different. He is a lost soul with bullets piercing his being and the octane revving in his veins. I want to fix him - to allow him to fuck things up successfully - that’s all too much my profession. Almost ( Read more... ) -
a new perspective...
So roadtripping to arizona sometimes helps things. I realized that now I have direction and sometimes taking responsibility is a good thing - not always of course. But sitting in a home depot parking lot for several hours sheds some light on things. And it also helped to me to find my new apartment - picture follows. A tool shed to be placed, not ( Read more... ) -
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My cadet jacket, which conveniently is draped around me, is hopping a greyhound back to Anaheim from my current location of San Diego. Traipsed down here to discuss Warped and see a band: my life story. I’m alone in the backseat of a bus, laptop perched upon the skateboard that my legs are straddling. Ah - the things memories are made of as ( Read more... ) -
i bleed audioblood
So after a long discussion at Denny's with a semi-not-decent-waiter - I was convinced by dearest Jasmine to create a livejournal. Since Warped is happening - documentation needs to be made. mmhmmm. So here I am - shoes in purse, gun in hand, and a mind to take over the world. I think I can dig that - bottomline.
Let me see - today started with a ( Read more... )