dead baby penguins and David Bowie
So I've started writing a zine about having a big nose (one of my 10,000 side projects that I'm working on right now). It's turning out to be very therapeutic, or at least more so than I originally thought it would be. I'm still trying to think of a name for it so suggestions are always welcome.
I feel like I've been learning more about myself this week than I have in quite a while. I went to zaap yesterday and read one of Elliat's old zines that she'd written when she was 18. It was odd but for some reason I feel a lot closer to her knowing that she went through a lot of the same things I'm going through right now.
Oh! So I saw "The March of the Penguins" tonight which was THE MOST FUCKING DEPRESSING MOVIE EVER! I do NOT need to see a penguin slowly die and whither away in its desperate attempt to cross the icy plans of the artic as the voice of Morgan Freeman narrates "And one was left behind... to die alone... and slowly fade away into the white abyss... of nothingness...” And just incase you weren't feeling depressed enough already, they show you a mother penguin mourning over the frozen corps of it's baby! And it isn't like Morgan Freeman is helping anything "In a rare desperate attempt, the mother of a dead chick will try to steal another penguins' baby".
I've been listening to a lot of Bowie lately. I think there's some kind of a connection for me between self-reflection David Bowie.
I feel like I've been learning more about myself this week than I have in quite a while. I went to zaap yesterday and read one of Elliat's old zines that she'd written when she was 18. It was odd but for some reason I feel a lot closer to her knowing that she went through a lot of the same things I'm going through right now.
Oh! So I saw "The March of the Penguins" tonight which was THE MOST FUCKING DEPRESSING MOVIE EVER! I do NOT need to see a penguin slowly die and whither away in its desperate attempt to cross the icy plans of the artic as the voice of Morgan Freeman narrates "And one was left behind... to die alone... and slowly fade away into the white abyss... of nothingness...” And just incase you weren't feeling depressed enough already, they show you a mother penguin mourning over the frozen corps of it's baby! And it isn't like Morgan Freeman is helping anything "In a rare desperate attempt, the mother of a dead chick will try to steal another penguins' baby".
I've been listening to a lot of Bowie lately. I think there's some kind of a connection for me between self-reflection David Bowie.