So recording has taken a turn unexpected to this poor soul. I am proud of it. Maybe we could see a deal in the future. I hope. And to top it off, I was lucky enough to catch to eye of a beautiful, intelligent girl. One would think it could get no better but wait...for the few that remember my magnetic sail idea, you will understand this. Some ( Read more... )

In the morrow our work will begin...

I have a new friend in life and her name is "Intoxication." But like most of my friends...I will probably only see her every once in a while...if ever.

On a parallel note, I have not slept more than four hours in the past four days. An hour a day. Is that healthy? Hahaha...

Completely alone. There is a holiday happening right outside of my window and I am no part of it. Why might we ask.? Fuck questions. Useless as everything else. And may God damn all prose and its words, they have been lost to me. I was told today that my quality is congruent to loss. I care not for the tiresome antics of reflection. I have lost, I ( Read more... )

Read a great book. Memorized half of the Northern Hemisphere constellations. Saw my first galaxy. Sat. Recorded a piano song and put lyrics to it. Miss my Erin.

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Imagine a soundless world. Not necessarily a world without sound but a world that harbors organisms devoid of hearing or subtle vibration detection. Do you think they would slowly evolve into a highly visual race with a language based upon movements and expressions. Would there music be dances? Replace Chopin with a swift yet graceful turning ( Read more... )

I have not the want nor the wont nor the need for my current supply of blood. I got angry at my veins today. They foster a weak form of life. Crude in their intake and consistency. The humour in the whole situation is because of my pathetic oil, I cannot muster up the energy required to do something about it. A transplant would be great. A full ( Read more... )

Has he forgotten? Does he live? Shall I exact retribution upon my deserter? ANSWERS! And so I shall speak. Soon... As they say, time makes the heart grow fonder. Or more fond. Or in a fond fashion. Ah, words. I have forgotten their softness. I hope to see you soon. Until then...au revoir.

It has been over a week since my last visit. It is actually quite funny. I always say I would love it if he would leave forever...and now that he has been gone for a long while. I feel more alone than I have ever felt.

Quite an empty feeling, lonliness.