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I can remember being alone.
That was a horrible feeling.
I'm not quite sure how I made it out alive.
It's something that doesn't make you depressed at the time, more-so angered.
But later you feel regret of it.
Like you deserved it.
You did something wrong earlier, and that was punishment.
I'm reading a book called Killing Yourself to Live, by a writer from Spin Magazine.
He has a very good description of how our world could be considered purgatory, so it's been deemed.
It runs along the lines of, this is the after life.
Those who live long, would be because they did something very bad in a previous life.
While an infant that dies from SIDS, was probably the closest thing to a Saint in his previous life.
So therefore the infant bypasses our world of purgatory.
He also describes how Sid Vicious was hardly considered a musician, but can be considered the posterchild for the punk rock music scene, because he had no idea what he was doing with a bass guitar, infact, was horrible with a bass guitar, but made it look good.
That makes me laugh.
He also discussed in his book, which beatles song he would like to commit suicide to.
I had always thought about what song I would like played at my funeral, but never what song at my suicide.
I don't listen to the Beatles much, I suppose that means I'm less musically inclined to have an opinion.
He said the song he loved the most, was probably not long enough to bleed to death to.
I vividly remember a hot night at Zach Woods house where the radio played Hey Jude for around 9 hours straight through. And not the whole Hey Jude, just the part that gets stuck in your head for milleniums.
I think you could bleed to death in 9 hours.
Hell, you could do a lot of things in 9 hours.
Like go to Olive Garden.
I swear this book has implanted so many inside jokes in me, its disgusting.
IS it possible to have inside jokes between yourself and a book?
Or are all jokes from books inside jokes?
Because they're inside the pages?
I think there is a Zao show coming up within the next few days, I may go there.
I may be at a new company as of this afternoon.
Despite this monotone journal entry, can text be monotone?
I suppose if I intended it to be read in a monotone voice it can be.
(This entry is intended to be read in a monotone voice.)
I am truly and completely happy that my life is the way it is.
Compared to what it was almost a year ago.
Thank you Chuck.
That was a horrible feeling.
I'm not quite sure how I made it out alive.
It's something that doesn't make you depressed at the time, more-so angered.
But later you feel regret of it.
Like you deserved it.
You did something wrong earlier, and that was punishment.
I'm reading a book called Killing Yourself to Live, by a writer from Spin Magazine.
He has a very good description of how our world could be considered purgatory, so it's been deemed.
It runs along the lines of, this is the after life.
Those who live long, would be because they did something very bad in a previous life.
While an infant that dies from SIDS, was probably the closest thing to a Saint in his previous life.
So therefore the infant bypasses our world of purgatory.
He also describes how Sid Vicious was hardly considered a musician, but can be considered the posterchild for the punk rock music scene, because he had no idea what he was doing with a bass guitar, infact, was horrible with a bass guitar, but made it look good.
That makes me laugh.
He also discussed in his book, which beatles song he would like to commit suicide to.
I had always thought about what song I would like played at my funeral, but never what song at my suicide.
I don't listen to the Beatles much, I suppose that means I'm less musically inclined to have an opinion.
He said the song he loved the most, was probably not long enough to bleed to death to.
I vividly remember a hot night at Zach Woods house where the radio played Hey Jude for around 9 hours straight through. And not the whole Hey Jude, just the part that gets stuck in your head for milleniums.
I think you could bleed to death in 9 hours.
Hell, you could do a lot of things in 9 hours.
Like go to Olive Garden.
I swear this book has implanted so many inside jokes in me, its disgusting.
IS it possible to have inside jokes between yourself and a book?
Or are all jokes from books inside jokes?
Because they're inside the pages?
I think there is a Zao show coming up within the next few days, I may go there.
I may be at a new company as of this afternoon.
Despite this monotone journal entry, can text be monotone?
I suppose if I intended it to be read in a monotone voice it can be.
(This entry is intended to be read in a monotone voice.)
I am truly and completely happy that my life is the way it is.
Compared to what it was almost a year ago.
Thank you Chuck.