my heart can't take no more
bloody bloody, i fucked up again. when the lines are perfect it's okay. when they run parallel to one another they give me the illusion that there is something perfect about me. reckless razorblade slashes that aren't even perfect. bloody sheets bloody mess bloody friday friday.
last night i performed with rigamortis at the voyeur. my outfit was really great and tre's rhymes and beats were really great and my vocals sounded really great but the rest was fucked up. like super fucked up. like band members passing out fucked up. we're troopers, soldiers. i played my shitty little radio shack keyboard on the sidewalk and was harrassed by 4th street wanna-be gangster people who had a lot of really enlightening things to say about my body and outfit.
i met a girl who knows robin and tricky after our set ended, she asked me how to get a copy of the troposcatter cd because robin and michelle say good things about me. i was in a really weird state of mind and got really emotional about robin and michelle and almost cried. but i didn't, i was nice and the girl was cute and i wrote my band's website address in her book. thanks for saying good things about the troposcatter :) :) :) i miss you.
i feel like most of the people i want to talk to are avoiding me. i feel like i can't stop talking. today we're creating and that's good. alysia just came into the library and gave me a hug and a housekey. did i mention that the really awesome part of homo a go go isn't even on any of the fliers or websites? hint hint. JUMEX.
apparently i have 6 minutes left. the pop up window scared me.
my horoscopes have been way too accurate lately.
but.
i think that i need to talk to the one i haven't been talking to. i think it's time. i think i'm sick of not having closure. i hate having no backbone. i hate having no home. and i hate tre's cell phone ringing because it's never good news. i don't hate beer though.
last night i performed with rigamortis at the voyeur. my outfit was really great and tre's rhymes and beats were really great and my vocals sounded really great but the rest was fucked up. like super fucked up. like band members passing out fucked up. we're troopers, soldiers. i played my shitty little radio shack keyboard on the sidewalk and was harrassed by 4th street wanna-be gangster people who had a lot of really enlightening things to say about my body and outfit.
i met a girl who knows robin and tricky after our set ended, she asked me how to get a copy of the troposcatter cd because robin and michelle say good things about me. i was in a really weird state of mind and got really emotional about robin and michelle and almost cried. but i didn't, i was nice and the girl was cute and i wrote my band's website address in her book. thanks for saying good things about the troposcatter :) :) :) i miss you.
i feel like most of the people i want to talk to are avoiding me. i feel like i can't stop talking. today we're creating and that's good. alysia just came into the library and gave me a hug and a housekey. did i mention that the really awesome part of homo a go go isn't even on any of the fliers or websites? hint hint. JUMEX.
apparently i have 6 minutes left. the pop up window scared me.
my horoscopes have been way too accurate lately.
but.
i think that i need to talk to the one i haven't been talking to. i think it's time. i think i'm sick of not having closure. i hate having no backbone. i hate having no home. and i hate tre's cell phone ringing because it's never good news. i don't hate beer though.