There is no art to a heart

Nov 13, 2004 01:26

3 FUCKIN attempts. 3 fuckin failures. Maybe it wasn:t meant to be. Maybe this is a sign.. and all that bullshit. FUCk that. I:ll make this shit work even if everything in life is standing in my way. A million NO:s won:t change my constant will. A thousand people looking away will only encourage me to keep walking.

Went out to eat with Orange and Frank. I:m not such a fan of that but hunger does strange things to people. I:m more an at home eat-er than an out of the house diner. The plan was booze and laughs. The outcome was me at home trying to make myself better with my mind.heh. It seems this flu thing I have received from an unknown source has now found comfort in my chest where laughing, breathing, talking and drinking are non-existant unless accompanied by unbelievable amounts of pain. I:m off to bed and hopefully with the waking hours I will have what I should have had Monday.

On a side note: I have discoved this endless infatuation with VINCENT GALLO and find myself in complete awe of RALPH STEADMAN:s art.
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