goodbye old journal, old pal. Thanx for the good times. As a parting gift, or curse however you look at it, here are some pics form tour last summuh. ( thanx_kevin )

It is a horrid thing, what people are to me now; that I expect them to come and go quickly... that I am too passive, too weak, too crippled to fight for their stay.

choosing the life of a musician, is choosing a life of unhappiness but what is choosing anyhow?

someday you will not understand your children.
someday you will realize everything is ( Read more... )

Not only now have I suffered by my own lack of self-confidence, but now by someone else's. Again I pull out my handkerchief, not only to wipe my eyes, but to wave. There is no struggle in a white flag, there is no battle, no begging, no mercy, and no grace ( Read more... )

Last night Lo, Mike, and I realized there truly is no avoiding the necessity of eventually exterminating human beings. Population can not be controlled with peaceful methods, and inevitably violence, organized or not, will consume us.... because dense population means smaller space cushions, and no one can bare to look so closely into the face of ( Read more... )

I hope that my friends and I will survive like tumble weeds... to live but slowly fade away and die, only to regather again and roll across the deserts of infinity. On my own, I'm only a twig.

Life is difficult. No life is not difficult. I am difficult. But since I am the embodiement of life...
life is difficult.

I dare not even attempt to sumrise, less the situation may result in the reference to a Vanessa Williams song that none of us would want to recapture. Just when I thought.

It wasn't growing up that ripped us all apart. It was something else. something wicked. something that grows in the damp corners of my soul and thrives off of our deterioration. We did what we could to drown it, to poison it, to starve it, to sudate it. But those concoxions we bought in the liquor store and highschool lockers weren't strong ( Read more... )

I was just thinking that I really don't know what the hell I'm doing.

I wake up with this serene sense of unhappiness, if that makes much sense. But Happiness is not what I am after. I can do without it.