Kill
I have a show coming up in Louisville for DeathKILL.. and I am playing with Totally Michael! I need to work on some new material. There is this pretty cool girl named Alex that hooked me up with a short set 'cuz she is booking the show. Satanic Bible will be given to one lucky person, but enough about the show. Actually, just kidding, it's on Duke's b-day, which is the 15th, and he might come down to go to the show wif' me. That would be tight... he's also coming down here around the 24th for some good times hanging out, and I hope he's feeling generous enough to hook me up with a new tattoo. I'm sitting in my basement next to my little nephew Gavin while he's playing Halo. I'm sitting here drinking my generic black cherry cola and it's taking me back to my old basement with comforting green carpet and Summer outside with Tostinos party pizza and moped rides. I can imagine Addison and me rocking to some Haste the Day while he's making fun of Kay and playing Halo and Tyler Jones walking downstairs out of nowhere to ask me if I wanna' skate. Shit's fucked up, and nostalgia easy to invoke. Perhaps I need to spend all my time either building a time machine to hang out back in those days, or do anything I can to get things back like that... haha, hardcore dancing in my basement... those were the days... Walking to Donner Park to meet Emila and Chelsa at our secret tree, although a much longer time ago, is something to look back to as well. Perhaps I'm such a slave to the past because I hate the future...
If I keep this livejournal, be sure to look at all the nostalgic mood things I'm going to leave. Even livejournal itself invokes nostalgia.
If I keep this livejournal, be sure to look at all the nostalgic mood things I'm going to leave. Even livejournal itself invokes nostalgia.