Mind Vomit
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Fuck Florence. I mean seriously hardcore ass-raping fuck it. Come next week I’m out of this mind and soul numbing town of living-dead dream defilers. Why did I ever come back here? What the hell was I thinking? Well I know what I was thinking, I was thinking: "I'll work on art," "I'll work on music," "I'll get my shit together." That didn’t happen at all though. Florence just whittled me down to that one sided husk of a person I was back in high school. I can feel Florence turning me into a zombie... just like everyone else here over the age of twenty-two (the kids still have dreams). I feel sorry for the people who will still be here when I leave though... for if I ever venture back this way, it will be for those friends I love so much. They are some of the best friends I've ever had. But onward I say! To Charleston! And really, Charleston is only going to be a place to catch my breath, a place to start feeling again. I almost want my experience there to be depraved... I don't want to be comfortable. I want to be poor, I want to fight for myself, I want to be hot and bothered, I want to ache... I want to be reminded that I'm alive; because really that seems to be what I'm forgetting...
Ah, usually I'm pretty anal with my writing, I try and make it precise as possible (even though I probably don't do that great a job half the time), but that paragraph's just a ramble of pure thought, mind vomit if you will. My intention was to just make an update, but that spewed out. So anyway, moving to Charleston June firstish. That’s all I meant to say. Later fuckers.
Fuck Florence. I mean seriously hardcore ass-raping fuck it. Come next week I’m out of this mind and soul numbing town of living-dead dream defilers. Why did I ever come back here? What the hell was I thinking? Well I know what I was thinking, I was thinking: "I'll work on art," "I'll work on music," "I'll get my shit together." That didn’t happen at all though. Florence just whittled me down to that one sided husk of a person I was back in high school. I can feel Florence turning me into a zombie... just like everyone else here over the age of twenty-two (the kids still have dreams). I feel sorry for the people who will still be here when I leave though... for if I ever venture back this way, it will be for those friends I love so much. They are some of the best friends I've ever had. But onward I say! To Charleston! And really, Charleston is only going to be a place to catch my breath, a place to start feeling again. I almost want my experience there to be depraved... I don't want to be comfortable. I want to be poor, I want to fight for myself, I want to be hot and bothered, I want to ache... I want to be reminded that I'm alive; because really that seems to be what I'm forgetting...
Ah, usually I'm pretty anal with my writing, I try and make it precise as possible (even though I probably don't do that great a job half the time), but that paragraph's just a ramble of pure thought, mind vomit if you will. My intention was to just make an update, but that spewed out. So anyway, moving to Charleston June firstish. That’s all I meant to say. Later fuckers.