May 15, 2006 13:05
My name means judged only by God, but the reality is that i judge myself. And i'm failing each test. i DO see the audience gasping, and i see me sinking under the weight of my regret. I want to make a CD that typifies exactly what i never wanted to feel. i want to stop eating and commence being sick and alone. it's only because i'm waiting for the twist that tightens the vice just hard enough to get the first drip of blood from this organ. i'm suspended here and it's to much to take for this long, i need a diversion, I hope that instead of me ruining Joel and Aaron's time here that they can help me escape reality long enough to get me home..... where it all begins.
Why do i speak in jargon? Probably because i think in Jargon coupled with the fact that i love to hide, not my feelings (i'll wear them on my sleeve like a fool) but hide my reality, my business at times and certainly my mistakes.
I watched cinderella man... all except the last part where the story will turn to a fairytale or a portrait of the real world. i like that i missed the end and i like the the fight the movie portrayed. i want to need like they did in that movie. if i am tested like he was, in moral character and intestinal fortitude, i think that i could win. It's when i am blessed that i fail, when i want more and more....