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i've yet to print my photos for the art show on saturday. i should probably be a little more prompted on something that showcases the last several months of my life (however productive it may have been). photos of my drunken friends both twisted and true in a room that depicts historical horrors on all four walls. a band that i've devoted all available free time to both sober and drunk.
life could optomisticly change for the better. for one, im moving out of my parents house into none other but the star establishment of saturday's show. the room that was once sheltered from all outside light and sound by layers of sheetrock, carpeting, and foam will be my new home in what i envision to be a matter of weeks. kyle and i tore down that wich blocked and filled the windows to that room and marveled at the alien light that came through that window. the room where i've spent hours of my life playing, writing, and recording music to the same 2 lightbulbs overhead, shaded only by a pair of car fresheners that all show the same pornstar smoking the same cigarette. just near the dawn of the new year we baricaded that room with a space heater and a case of beer inside. making a point not to check the time we drank, returning all used beer to used beer cans that would have froze had they been left outside the door.
the show to benefit the opening of the heirloom arts theatre was something to instill optomism to the part of me that calls itself a musician. wrap me up in a cult uprising. ride today's historical climb of art and music. be reviered as the newest of rock cities.
this will be the summer that says i can sink or swim
life could optomisticly change for the better. for one, im moving out of my parents house into none other but the star establishment of saturday's show. the room that was once sheltered from all outside light and sound by layers of sheetrock, carpeting, and foam will be my new home in what i envision to be a matter of weeks. kyle and i tore down that wich blocked and filled the windows to that room and marveled at the alien light that came through that window. the room where i've spent hours of my life playing, writing, and recording music to the same 2 lightbulbs overhead, shaded only by a pair of car fresheners that all show the same pornstar smoking the same cigarette. just near the dawn of the new year we baricaded that room with a space heater and a case of beer inside. making a point not to check the time we drank, returning all used beer to used beer cans that would have froze had they been left outside the door.
the show to benefit the opening of the heirloom arts theatre was something to instill optomism to the part of me that calls itself a musician. wrap me up in a cult uprising. ride today's historical climb of art and music. be reviered as the newest of rock cities.
this will be the summer that says i can sink or swim