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I went to Home Depot with the intention to buy some paint. Bought it and took it home. I wanted to smear something. Thrash it with colors and frustration. So I pulled all the cardboard boxes out of the dumpster, punched them in, laid them down, opened one of the cans and then realized... I brought gloss.
I'm been gnawing at something deep. Something that needs to be said. Can't find a medium that will allow me to ejaculate this venom. Something just isn't feeling right. Tried typing a few words and it all sounds like I'm recycling what I've said before. Taking a picture won't do. If I had all the right supplies I'd paint the fucking town red- that could be taken in any way: A) Meaning I just need some bourbon, beer, shot glasses, a few friends, paper, pencil, a credit card, and a cab number. Or B) I need 2 drums filled with paint. A big ol' paint brush, my boots, a dolly to pull the drums. What if I combined A and B??? Fuckit...
Strange... I'm feeling my rebelliousness gearing up inside of me. Too many rules, codes, judgments passed...slowly the gears grind, churning and churning. At Columbia there was nothing to rebel against- too free. Here ...? Damn.
"I don't believe in fate or destiny. I believe in various degrees of hatred, paranoia, and abandonment. However much of that gets heaped upon you doesn't matter - it's only a matter of how much you can take and what it does to you." --- Henry Rollins
I'm been gnawing at something deep. Something that needs to be said. Can't find a medium that will allow me to ejaculate this venom. Something just isn't feeling right. Tried typing a few words and it all sounds like I'm recycling what I've said before. Taking a picture won't do. If I had all the right supplies I'd paint the fucking town red- that could be taken in any way: A) Meaning I just need some bourbon, beer, shot glasses, a few friends, paper, pencil, a credit card, and a cab number. Or B) I need 2 drums filled with paint. A big ol' paint brush, my boots, a dolly to pull the drums. What if I combined A and B??? Fuckit...
Strange... I'm feeling my rebelliousness gearing up inside of me. Too many rules, codes, judgments passed...slowly the gears grind, churning and churning. At Columbia there was nothing to rebel against- too free. Here ...? Damn.
"I don't believe in fate or destiny. I believe in various degrees of hatred, paranoia, and abandonment. However much of that gets heaped upon you doesn't matter - it's only a matter of how much you can take and what it does to you." --- Henry Rollins