i'm moving.
thanks for all the emotional support.
i don't like this place anymore.

PLEASE ADD ME AS A FRIEND AT _SOPRETTY. i would really apprecaite it.
thanks again.

for the last time here...
peace, lis

i really don't know what to do with my music anymore ( Read more... )

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i feel like bleeding. i feel so lost. i feel, nothing really right now, emotional dribble that i'd rather free myself of. and i guess that's why i come here when i feel like this - there's something extrememly impowering about being able to type so quicky that you don't even know what you're saying anymore. and i'm not saying that i don't know, but ( Read more... )

i've lost all momentum to write in this place, and that's sad, in a way, but it's a relief in another way - i'll be back. but i don't know, maybe it's cause my computer's been busted for a long time. but we'll see. i've got a live cd going for seven bucks and i've got new buttons for a buck a piece. if you want one, leave a comment or email me - i' ( Read more... )

look at that. i am alive. and that's about the most process i've made. which is quite remarkable considering. what are the chances? either way, that's just techno-babble, stuff that comes out that i'm not really feeling, but it still manages to come out because my hands often move much quicker than my brain. and as i jump into the large and ( Read more... )

i'm back. and i hate it. and i've got one day before school begins again and i'm so stuck in some nextus that i havent become to climb out of. i'm sort of lost between a lot of the generic superficial substitutions that i've been seeing over the past few days - city lights scare me sometimes, especailly after a few months wandering a place that has ( Read more... )

i miss being amoung the socialists. even though i will be returning to the lovely world of paddlefoot come monday morning, it's a real culture shock to be amoung the humans for a few days. the real world. that fucked up, pretentious, mass media, political propaganda of the real world. scary stuff. i miss all the kids from my coulonge canoe trip, ( Read more... )

where have i been?
ive been working at a canoe tripping camp.
hence the absence. you know.. canoe tripping and all.
i'll be back around soon. in and out for the next few days.

i don't know what to say. i feel like the blind melon song, the one that everyone knows about and has become some cliché anthem for the self-destructive internet chatboard youth. but i like it, in a weird ambivalence... it's a mad rage of something more universal than pain. something more universal than happiness. it's just a song about rain. and ( Read more... )