original pirate material

[starrysilence]

i'm sad. last night i was driving to kingsport to see dustin while and i found myself in the midst of an extremely photogenic moment. if any of the rest of you doesn't know how awesome eastman looks at night, you must drive over there TONIGHT and check it out. all the lights, oddly shaped buildings, the steam and the live flame, the river that cuts the complex in half- all of it makes for a crazy neo-industrial city-within-a-city. most of the lights are orange (as they were last night) and the sky was a deepening purple, about to turn itself over to night, and the moon was suspended right above eastman- and it was orange. yes. a harvest moon that totally color-coordinated with the little delicate industry city below it. the juxtaposition of machinery and nature. it was badass. but alas, i lacked a camera, so the moment will just have to be a painting later. i need a camera. eastman'd make for some fuckin awesome fotos.

man, i feel like listening to snoop dogg really bad. and dre. i've GOT to procure a copy of the chronic. fer shure. haha, speaking of...i want to try gin. i've never had any, and those new tanqueray commercials definitely work, because they make me wish i had a smooth englishman and a glass of gin with a club soda ice cube or two.

i'm also thinking about making an anonymous journal that i can use to be totally honest. because everyone knows protected entries are no fun, because they don't satisfy the human/american desire for a bit of e-fame. what's the use of blogging if no one reads it?

also, listen to the streets. british hiphop/techno. sweet as fuck. that is all.