27/03/07
24/03/07
Oh yeah, here's some shitty acoustic shit I did with the 4-track.
I'm thinking fuck Blogger. Give me an alley closer to home.
I'll come running to you, hey baby if you want me.
That is a solicitation.
The beginning.
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I'm thinking fuck Blogger. Give me an alley closer to home.
I'll come running to you, hey baby if you want me.
That is a solicitation.
The beginning.
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20/03/07
When you are incapable of decision, is it better to opt for nothing at all? What if you truly, heartbreakingly love every option?
I suspect I'll get the nothing.
Two feet and a fucking heartbeat. If I'm lucky.
But I don't believe in luck. I think my suspicion system more closely resembles something like unrelenting negative karma. It's a thought-flaw I can't get around.
I cannot conceive of a scenario for the rest of my life. Maybe this is why, at times, I have been suicidal. It's never been depression (that would warrant another blog), and it's never been take-that-motherfuckers (that's what playing in bands is for), it's always been more like, "ABORT. ABORT. EJECT. EJECT."
Escape into nothing. How cornball is that?
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I suspect I'll get the nothing.
Two feet and a fucking heartbeat. If I'm lucky.
But I don't believe in luck. I think my suspicion system more closely resembles something like unrelenting negative karma. It's a thought-flaw I can't get around.
I cannot conceive of a scenario for the rest of my life. Maybe this is why, at times, I have been suicidal. It's never been depression (that would warrant another blog), and it's never been take-that-motherfuckers (that's what playing in bands is for), it's always been more like, "ABORT. ABORT. EJECT. EJECT."
Escape into nothing. How cornball is that?
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