You are your own black hole.
As gratifying as real hard work is, it sucks. I've enjoyed working on cars thus far, but the routine is getting so depressing. I'm working on getting back into school and I hope I can get accepted again after fucking up so much. Beth is in New York and we can't really talk much. She met Chris Rock this morning and apparently he was kinda rude (which doesn't really make any sense because, to me, the only funny thing he ever did was CB4. Dogma was alright, but not because of him). I hope my life gets on track so I can stop stressing and worrying so much about the future.
Things that rule:
Elizabeth Nicole Garcia
The Fire The Flood
Lipton Green Tea
Pantera
Black Sabbath
the new Warriors album
Rage Against the Machine
the more popular grunge bands (Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Alice In Chains)
Matisyahu
Bas Rutten
the new One Dead Three Wounded
Led Zeppelin
Wolfman Pizza
I will be house-sitting for the Garcia's while they are in New York this weekend, but The Fire The Flood is playing Saturday night at Bobby's house. Everyone should figure out how to get there and come.
Hey kid, listen: I'm trying to tell you about the human condition--you are your own black hole. Hey kid, listen: I'm giving depth to your flat world vision--you are your own black hole. Disown what you can't control. You are your own black hole. Silence, can you hear it? Its the sound of a man without spirit and the walls keep crumbling down around a self-made victim. I got this rope to pull you up, but I can't save you if you won't grab a hold. I can't save you if you won't save yourself. I tried to heal your heart. I tried to sail your shipwreck in the dark. This is the fine art of swinging and missing. This is the fine art of sinking and swimming. You see, it takes time to find a balance in such things. You'll learn the fine art of crossing burnt bridges. Old friend, fight physics. Forget the cynicism in my lyrics. You and I will laugh one day at our foolish mistakes. With my bare hands, I will dig you out. But I can't save you if you won't grab a hold. I can't love you if you won't love yourself. Hey kid, listen. Just don't suck me in.
Things that rule:
Elizabeth Nicole Garcia
The Fire The Flood
Lipton Green Tea
Pantera
Black Sabbath
the new Warriors album
Rage Against the Machine
the more popular grunge bands (Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Alice In Chains)
Matisyahu
Bas Rutten
the new One Dead Three Wounded
Led Zeppelin
Wolfman Pizza
I will be house-sitting for the Garcia's while they are in New York this weekend, but The Fire The Flood is playing Saturday night at Bobby's house. Everyone should figure out how to get there and come.
Hey kid, listen: I'm trying to tell you about the human condition--you are your own black hole. Hey kid, listen: I'm giving depth to your flat world vision--you are your own black hole. Disown what you can't control. You are your own black hole. Silence, can you hear it? Its the sound of a man without spirit and the walls keep crumbling down around a self-made victim. I got this rope to pull you up, but I can't save you if you won't grab a hold. I can't save you if you won't save yourself. I tried to heal your heart. I tried to sail your shipwreck in the dark. This is the fine art of swinging and missing. This is the fine art of sinking and swimming. You see, it takes time to find a balance in such things. You'll learn the fine art of crossing burnt bridges. Old friend, fight physics. Forget the cynicism in my lyrics. You and I will laugh one day at our foolish mistakes. With my bare hands, I will dig you out. But I can't save you if you won't grab a hold. I can't love you if you won't love yourself. Hey kid, listen. Just don't suck me in.