the sweeping insensitivity
so the other night i was in the darkroom for like three hours. its relieving to still have the opportunity to still be able to do the traditional developing myself. its an experience. i wasn't going to say it. while i was in there alone in the dark - semidark, yellow safelight - i cried. an oxymoron, it's cleansing to be there in a way. oxymoron because its a dark hole in the wall with its main purpose being around chemicals. don't listen to what i say. ever. unless you care. then its cool. or not. whateve. vaginas.
i really need the people i love. i don't need them to back out on me, i've enough of that. and hey hey, news flash. uh uh, not cool. hey hey, country. you're buggin the world.
i've been a bit discouraged. so much grand talent is already out there. how am i going to make it different? what do i have to offer? i don't know. i just want to do it. i love it. when i don't do it i feel like i'm being drained of any/all sustenance.
old stuff.
dane cook, bitch.
i really need the people i love. i don't need them to back out on me, i've enough of that. and hey hey, news flash. uh uh, not cool. hey hey, country. you're buggin the world.
i've been a bit discouraged. so much grand talent is already out there. how am i going to make it different? what do i have to offer? i don't know. i just want to do it. i love it. when i don't do it i feel like i'm being drained of any/all sustenance.
old stuff.
dane cook, bitch.