staying up late are we?
12:37 a.m. i am so badass for staying up this late. oh yeah, you shoulda seen me in highschool.
okay so here i am at my house, a little bored, but it's all passing though me.
did they ever make david bowie comics? like when he was really big?
something i wanted to do was bridge the gap between the civil war and the 1950's. wouldn't that be interesting? like, i bet you'd find out so much cool shit like, why we call them teaspoons and tablespoons, and like, when the tie was invented. it seems like a daunting task, but i think it'd be cool. that's always just seemed like a misplaced century for me. sometimes i don't see how we got from there to here. i sound like an idiot don't i?
okay so check this out, this is what i want to do when i get older and own a house. it's going to be a garden. but a small one like maybe the size of a medium sized rectangular dinner table. and i'm going to plant short growing grass (or some other type of bush that can be cut low and grows close together). and i'm going to grow it in the shape of a map of the world. and then surround it with like, little white rocks or something (and no, not that kind of white rocks). but i mean wouldn't that just be awesome?! like how sweet!
another thing i'm going to do: i bought this special light set from target and it was meant to be put on the ribs of a patio table unbrella. so pretty much just picture short strings of lights stemming out from a middle. and there you have it. what i'm going to do is stick it on the wall in an asterix-like pose and then put some sort of cool tapestry in front of it. so like, you can turn on the lights and have a cool lighting effect in the background. and yes, i am aware of how stupid that sounds.
i bought a bunch of crap from thrift stores the other day. pretty soon where i live is going to look like a big thrift store. but i got some cool books. some are just funny, like i got the reader's digest book getting the most out of life. just like, funny books you'd love to get caught reading or have on your bookshelf or like you'd see in a wes anderson movie (i thought). anyway, i got a sade record! hahaha yes! just like the one in shaun of the dead! zombies beware! i carry live ammunition!
that's about it. i got two more old polaroid cameras (i think i'm going to use them as book ends).
see? i just see stuff and am like "i could use that like this." i think it's going to look awesome when i first think about it, but we'll see.
you look so happy in those pictures. so happy with out me there. but what do i expect. i feel my own emotions. and i always think about what you think of me. you just look so happy. and this song i'm listening to is so sad. ghost eyes. i can still love. i know it. my iron sided heart floats among the waves of emotions. yeah, that is sorta corny i guess.
i drank some really sweet coolade (that's how the kids spelled it on the sign) today and it gave me an earache. i joked that it wasn't coolade but melted lolipops mixed with oil. yum. haha "say hello to the donut ham ham sandwich."
who's stronger? the person who can see violence in a movie (like blade, or mission impossible, or any other action movie with killing) or on tv and just be entertained, or the person who becomes serious and agitated at such violence because they can either relate to it or have too deep a perception of what it would feel like to them?
ghost eyes.
sometimes i make life too hard
times of joy are spread apart
with complications that i make
hopes are covered and dissipate
spend all days inside my head
remembering the things you said
like "you're being inconsiderate,
it didn't have to be like this"
ghost eyes. i see myself. in your ghost eyes.
when i was once alive, burned inside those eyes
in your ghost eyes, i roam the space
i don't even know i've died, why can't i leave?
what do i have to do?
okay people, i guess i'll talk to you again when the stars fill the sky and the other side of the world has its day. oh yeah two last notes:
when giving someone a gift, say it's a prize instead. for instance: "oh thank for the birthday present!" "eh? oh no, it's a prize. yeah, you won. so like, feel specialer." because things are so much better when you win them.
and ghetto air quotes. simple. just throw up a westside or something and then bend your fingers as if performing regular air quotes. to be used when referring to any ghetto thing.
okay so here i am at my house, a little bored, but it's all passing though me.
did they ever make david bowie comics? like when he was really big?
something i wanted to do was bridge the gap between the civil war and the 1950's. wouldn't that be interesting? like, i bet you'd find out so much cool shit like, why we call them teaspoons and tablespoons, and like, when the tie was invented. it seems like a daunting task, but i think it'd be cool. that's always just seemed like a misplaced century for me. sometimes i don't see how we got from there to here. i sound like an idiot don't i?
okay so check this out, this is what i want to do when i get older and own a house. it's going to be a garden. but a small one like maybe the size of a medium sized rectangular dinner table. and i'm going to plant short growing grass (or some other type of bush that can be cut low and grows close together). and i'm going to grow it in the shape of a map of the world. and then surround it with like, little white rocks or something (and no, not that kind of white rocks). but i mean wouldn't that just be awesome?! like how sweet!
another thing i'm going to do: i bought this special light set from target and it was meant to be put on the ribs of a patio table unbrella. so pretty much just picture short strings of lights stemming out from a middle. and there you have it. what i'm going to do is stick it on the wall in an asterix-like pose and then put some sort of cool tapestry in front of it. so like, you can turn on the lights and have a cool lighting effect in the background. and yes, i am aware of how stupid that sounds.
i bought a bunch of crap from thrift stores the other day. pretty soon where i live is going to look like a big thrift store. but i got some cool books. some are just funny, like i got the reader's digest book getting the most out of life. just like, funny books you'd love to get caught reading or have on your bookshelf or like you'd see in a wes anderson movie (i thought). anyway, i got a sade record! hahaha yes! just like the one in shaun of the dead! zombies beware! i carry live ammunition!
that's about it. i got two more old polaroid cameras (i think i'm going to use them as book ends).
see? i just see stuff and am like "i could use that like this." i think it's going to look awesome when i first think about it, but we'll see.
you look so happy in those pictures. so happy with out me there. but what do i expect. i feel my own emotions. and i always think about what you think of me. you just look so happy. and this song i'm listening to is so sad. ghost eyes. i can still love. i know it. my iron sided heart floats among the waves of emotions. yeah, that is sorta corny i guess.
i drank some really sweet coolade (that's how the kids spelled it on the sign) today and it gave me an earache. i joked that it wasn't coolade but melted lolipops mixed with oil. yum. haha "say hello to the donut ham ham sandwich."
who's stronger? the person who can see violence in a movie (like blade, or mission impossible, or any other action movie with killing) or on tv and just be entertained, or the person who becomes serious and agitated at such violence because they can either relate to it or have too deep a perception of what it would feel like to them?
ghost eyes.
sometimes i make life too hard
times of joy are spread apart
with complications that i make
hopes are covered and dissipate
spend all days inside my head
remembering the things you said
like "you're being inconsiderate,
it didn't have to be like this"
ghost eyes. i see myself. in your ghost eyes.
when i was once alive, burned inside those eyes
in your ghost eyes, i roam the space
i don't even know i've died, why can't i leave?
what do i have to do?
okay people, i guess i'll talk to you again when the stars fill the sky and the other side of the world has its day. oh yeah two last notes:
when giving someone a gift, say it's a prize instead. for instance: "oh thank for the birthday present!" "eh? oh no, it's a prize. yeah, you won. so like, feel specialer." because things are so much better when you win them.
and ghetto air quotes. simple. just throw up a westside or something and then bend your fingers as if performing regular air quotes. to be used when referring to any ghetto thing.