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I became resolved. Shooting SOMETHING. By the end of the summer. You're all in on it whether you like it or not. Tell your friends. See if they'll sacrifice time and effort for art. Well, hopefully it will be art. It might just be shit. We'll see. The budget will be almost zero dollars. Still playing the part of the Rroma, after all.
Birthday on Saturday. Julie's House. Email me for directions if you don't know them. Planned start time is 5pm. If you see this, you're invited. BYOB and possibly M. (meat). BBQ action.
I found this through the lovely porphyre:
ACTUAL Snakes on a Plane!
Speaking of her, remind me to make a plan to meet up. Passed by her when rawwounds and I went to see Sympathy for Lady Vengeance but was unable to say hello. Sat infront of her, actually. Talked to her on msn later. She said meeting in the future is a good thing. I agree.
It reminds me how good it is to have the City under my feet again. Rainfall on concrete. Cigarette smoke drifting past me as I drill through the morass of people intent on being alone while surrounded. Hiding in plain sight. Just like me. Encounters of fancy and happenstance that just... occur. It can make life full of moments. Random and unexpected. Euphoric or horrible. I've come to realize how much I thrive on moments. The energy of them thrill me. Remind me I'm alive. Without them you grow stagnant... solitary... alone. Dive into the crowd to prevent from being drowned by yourself. If even only for moments that just skim off the surface. Sometimes they're all we can handle.
Sometimes they're all we've got.
I miss my head, I miss my heart, miss my lungs
be what you wanna be, watch what you wanna see killed for fun
down a hole, up a rope
down some pills, up some hope
this karma machine only takes quarters
new age soldier, new age soldier
everybody's allright
everything is automatic
everybody's allright
everything is skin deep, me...
say hey, say hey, say how you doing?
I miss my lazy boy, I miss my TV, I miss myself
Do you miss your lazy boy? Do you miss your TV? Do you miss yourself?
everybody's allright
everything is automatic
everybody's allright
everything is skin deep, me...
and it's always what I wanted
killed for fun
it's fucking funny, don't you think?
one day you'll decompose
and you'll wake up, and those
those birds are singing...
and it's always what I wanted
everything is skin deep.
Birthday on Saturday. Julie's House. Email me for directions if you don't know them. Planned start time is 5pm. If you see this, you're invited. BYOB and possibly M. (meat). BBQ action.
I found this through the lovely porphyre:
ACTUAL Snakes on a Plane!
Speaking of her, remind me to make a plan to meet up. Passed by her when rawwounds and I went to see Sympathy for Lady Vengeance but was unable to say hello. Sat infront of her, actually. Talked to her on msn later. She said meeting in the future is a good thing. I agree.
It reminds me how good it is to have the City under my feet again. Rainfall on concrete. Cigarette smoke drifting past me as I drill through the morass of people intent on being alone while surrounded. Hiding in plain sight. Just like me. Encounters of fancy and happenstance that just... occur. It can make life full of moments. Random and unexpected. Euphoric or horrible. I've come to realize how much I thrive on moments. The energy of them thrill me. Remind me I'm alive. Without them you grow stagnant... solitary... alone. Dive into the crowd to prevent from being drowned by yourself. If even only for moments that just skim off the surface. Sometimes they're all we can handle.
Sometimes they're all we've got.
I miss my head, I miss my heart, miss my lungs
be what you wanna be, watch what you wanna see killed for fun
down a hole, up a rope
down some pills, up some hope
this karma machine only takes quarters
new age soldier, new age soldier
everybody's allright
everything is automatic
everybody's allright
everything is skin deep, me...
say hey, say hey, say how you doing?
I miss my lazy boy, I miss my TV, I miss myself
Do you miss your lazy boy? Do you miss your TV? Do you miss yourself?
everybody's allright
everything is automatic
everybody's allright
everything is skin deep, me...
and it's always what I wanted
killed for fun
it's fucking funny, don't you think?
one day you'll decompose
and you'll wake up, and those
those birds are singing...
and it's always what I wanted
everything is skin deep.