I'm in college now. It's Wednesday, I've been here for about three or four weeks. A sudden slap in the face by maturity. I like it, but at the same time, I'm starting to lose sanity again. I keep thinking about things that are of little importance with music that would make the average soul contemplate suicide ( Read more... )

when i was influenced last night i had a sudden realization that my life has just officially started, and i dont care.

no more living for someone else or trying to please other people.

oh well

Grandpop, you were spectacular... Thanks for letting me boot you in the balls (in my infant years) and for playing catch with me (while simultaneously hyping up my lacking athletic ability) and most of all, for always having faith in me, even in the minute things that at the time seemed unimportant. You were, and will always remain in my mind as a ( Read more... )

19 years ago, on this very day, a true tragedy occurred. Peter C. Faylor was born, and announced the most horrendous abomination to ever sprout from the homosapien clitorous. They doused the boy with holy water, just to make sure he was not Hell-sent, then moved to kerosense, because the image of the child's wretched countenance was so hiddeous, ( Read more... )

Sitting now in a sun lit room, with a strange ambience flowing majestically from the speakers, and odd trillings of pattering footsteps teamed with supressed screams that are covered by layers upon layers of redundent sound. Tuned in finally to the surroundings and the seemingly innocent environement itself ( Read more... )

This could be my hazardous intoxication talking, but ( Read more... )

The pressure is building. This room is sticky and warm, robbing me of energy. I need to sleep, yet I have not slept in so long, and I cannot. The days are wrapping down and down and down. I still feel incomplete, and I know the lack of fulfillment has to do with my musical goals. I challenge myself every day but I cannot even come close to ( Read more... )

With so many unsubstantial thoughts charging through my head, I feel like I need to write or type or keep track of something important. I deem it necessarry for me to create or do something dynamic - something incredible. It's too late and I'm too fucked to comprehend any of these stupid needs or wants, or to justify whether they are valid ( Read more... )

Congratulations Lauren on graduating.

However, for me:

That weekend fucking sucked. Everyone in my family needs to relax.

I feel pretty abandoned and alone.

But, I have a friend to keep me company.

Apparently I need to do everything for everything. Making plans, writing music, arranging for rides, making sure people are having a GAS of a time, helping through woes and sorrows, so on. How peculiar. I don't mind doing everything on my own, or being isolated too much ( Read more... )