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from the mind of rich hall:
you know these past years i found my self to be such a thing like hopeless romantic. or maybe even a long distance romantic. touching hearts across the land and never getting to feel them .so i can feel how they actually feel in my hands.locally im just known as me : a sweet guy i guess. whatever. how to change that you ask ? be my self ? be more shitty to girls? i just feel like charlie brown kicking into the air to the foot ball that is never there.by anything i try it's no use. i should just suck it up instead of writing in here and being that unknown guy in the tie and sweater vest. drinking 6 or 7 jack and cokes at the end of the bar at some unamed dive bar on the corner of depression and loneliness. but i feel i am better than that and just stay home and ramble to people that care but are to far to feel out or even relate face to face.that's what i do like, a sound of a voice and a speaking with your hands. i miss that in person . just seeing how they are in real life .that makes me smile when i am in public and it definitley distracts from the hustle and bustle that is trying to bleed in from the outside world.i like to capture the art in person. is life a museum where you just try to just to experience what you're looking at ? then just seeing the art of it ? think about that one...
who knows what goes through my mind. it just fluxiates in and out. i dont need them i do need them. its alot of things that i see that make me go "wow, i would like to experience that". falling asleep holding a baby in a chair...taking those first steps onto the dance floor with your new bride.just the stuff that makes you super nervous and breathes deep until you feel comfortable. maybe like getting into a cold pool for the first time and just counting down the seconds where you just feel warm.i usually have that feeling every time i walk into the elevator going to work.. i know i am going to the same floor but ..who is jumping in with me.i feel better when im alone and ready to go when its just me in there? does that say something ? i guess that's the fear you get working in the same building as a model agency.
i had this thought in my head. for being a sucker of teenage type love movies...with people knowing i am big pj harvey fan. buy two tickets..to her show this week. make a post on a message board saying ...if you truly like me enough to spend a whole magical night with pj harvey and myself please show up here (work address)at 6 pm and i know you're the one but then i got to thinking.. what if like 40 girls show up.. thats like the whole mezzazine section of the hammerstein ballroom...but what if no one shows.
or that one that was one...but is already married or engaged...yikes. to many probables.. if i didnt go to art chool and went to math camp.i would give you a exact figure.
i think i should make a movie of my life. it wouldnt be anything interesting but i tihnk it would jsut have a kickass soundtrack some cool plots twists and turns. but it would be mine. maybe it would be me stuck in a different town then only cool one thats lives in.. wait that was done.. maybe ill could be in japan and meet the girl of my dreams when im having a depressed life my self.. wait...yeah.. crap. i just thought of it. me going to work ...working then walking to the train and then zapped with super powers...no..eh..i bet john hughes is sitting around doing nothing . he can follow me around and think of something .and then have someone like the transplants script the whole score. that would be cool.
i am kind of giddy. i am listening to alkaline trio and want to bounce around and do silly shit. but i am currently in a towel. that wouldnt be good for the neighbors. i like todance but my dance card has been empty for awhile.
life
it happens
this is currently
what is happening
to me.
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you know these past years i found my self to be such a thing like hopeless romantic. or maybe even a long distance romantic. touching hearts across the land and never getting to feel them .so i can feel how they actually feel in my hands.locally im just known as me : a sweet guy i guess. whatever. how to change that you ask ? be my self ? be more shitty to girls? i just feel like charlie brown kicking into the air to the foot ball that is never there.by anything i try it's no use. i should just suck it up instead of writing in here and being that unknown guy in the tie and sweater vest. drinking 6 or 7 jack and cokes at the end of the bar at some unamed dive bar on the corner of depression and loneliness. but i feel i am better than that and just stay home and ramble to people that care but are to far to feel out or even relate face to face.that's what i do like, a sound of a voice and a speaking with your hands. i miss that in person . just seeing how they are in real life .that makes me smile when i am in public and it definitley distracts from the hustle and bustle that is trying to bleed in from the outside world.i like to capture the art in person. is life a museum where you just try to just to experience what you're looking at ? then just seeing the art of it ? think about that one...
who knows what goes through my mind. it just fluxiates in and out. i dont need them i do need them. its alot of things that i see that make me go "wow, i would like to experience that". falling asleep holding a baby in a chair...taking those first steps onto the dance floor with your new bride.just the stuff that makes you super nervous and breathes deep until you feel comfortable. maybe like getting into a cold pool for the first time and just counting down the seconds where you just feel warm.i usually have that feeling every time i walk into the elevator going to work.. i know i am going to the same floor but ..who is jumping in with me.i feel better when im alone and ready to go when its just me in there? does that say something ? i guess that's the fear you get working in the same building as a model agency.
i had this thought in my head. for being a sucker of teenage type love movies...with people knowing i am big pj harvey fan. buy two tickets..to her show this week. make a post on a message board saying ...if you truly like me enough to spend a whole magical night with pj harvey and myself please show up here (work address)at 6 pm and i know you're the one but then i got to thinking.. what if like 40 girls show up.. thats like the whole mezzazine section of the hammerstein ballroom...but what if no one shows.
or that one that was one...but is already married or engaged...yikes. to many probables.. if i didnt go to art chool and went to math camp.i would give you a exact figure.
i think i should make a movie of my life. it wouldnt be anything interesting but i tihnk it would jsut have a kickass soundtrack some cool plots twists and turns. but it would be mine. maybe it would be me stuck in a different town then only cool one thats lives in.. wait that was done.. maybe ill could be in japan and meet the girl of my dreams when im having a depressed life my self.. wait...yeah.. crap. i just thought of it. me going to work ...working then walking to the train and then zapped with super powers...no..eh..i bet john hughes is sitting around doing nothing . he can follow me around and think of something .and then have someone like the transplants script the whole score. that would be cool.
i am kind of giddy. i am listening to alkaline trio and want to bounce around and do silly shit. but i am currently in a towel. that wouldnt be good for the neighbors. i like todance but my dance card has been empty for awhile.
life
it happens
this is currently
what is happening
to me.
end transmission.