let there be light
I can't think of the most remotely interesting thing to talk about, but as always it's been a while since my last post and I feel obligated to keep it updated. But, what could I possibly talk about? I guess it's the environment here. I usually post at night when my parents are home usually watching the TV and sometimes making the occasional obligitory comment based upon their daily observations or whathaveyou.
I find these days that my hatred for humanity is growing. Each passing face makes me grimace with violent thoughts. As I walk back and forth from Joey's house from wherever, I feel most of their eyes looking at me, judging me, thinking bad things about me. It's the trench coat, I know. I don't exactly look like someone you would want your daughter to date, but...Oh well. If people are too shallow or pussy to approach me and find out what I'm really like then that's on them and their stupidy. I'm white, for fuck's sake. Approach me with an open mind and I may not be the "psycho" you thought I was. Anyway, no stranger is going to read this, so I don't know what I'm ranting about.
I'm working on a new song. I was sitting in the woods smoking weed out of a pipe I had to construct out of tin foil using a "voodoo" pencil a friend gave me to form its hollow shape. It worked well. It served its purpose and allowed me to free my mind up for a second thus flowed into my brain a new rhythme. I got the idea and then elaborated on it with my guitar. It still follows my basic style, but it's different. Harder to sing over. I'm going to learn to play the mouth harp. I will go to record one of my only finished songs over at my brother's house this Thursday or Friday. Depending on the alinement of the fucking planets it should turn out to be one of the most musically productive things I've done in over a year. Wish me luck or I'll smother you in your sleep.
I find these days that my hatred for humanity is growing. Each passing face makes me grimace with violent thoughts. As I walk back and forth from Joey's house from wherever, I feel most of their eyes looking at me, judging me, thinking bad things about me. It's the trench coat, I know. I don't exactly look like someone you would want your daughter to date, but...Oh well. If people are too shallow or pussy to approach me and find out what I'm really like then that's on them and their stupidy. I'm white, for fuck's sake. Approach me with an open mind and I may not be the "psycho" you thought I was. Anyway, no stranger is going to read this, so I don't know what I'm ranting about.
I'm working on a new song. I was sitting in the woods smoking weed out of a pipe I had to construct out of tin foil using a "voodoo" pencil a friend gave me to form its hollow shape. It worked well. It served its purpose and allowed me to free my mind up for a second thus flowed into my brain a new rhythme. I got the idea and then elaborated on it with my guitar. It still follows my basic style, but it's different. Harder to sing over. I'm going to learn to play the mouth harp. I will go to record one of my only finished songs over at my brother's house this Thursday or Friday. Depending on the alinement of the fucking planets it should turn out to be one of the most musically productive things I've done in over a year. Wish me luck or I'll smother you in your sleep.