go, slow children!
this is how we play?
grown and gorging.
floating from cloud to cloud,
friend to friend, we're clinging company.
and at days end, the music drives us home and puts us to bed.
we are the passing moments, never wasted on preparation...
Friday, June 26, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
i'm tired.
i just got home from working a 16 hour day.
no, i'm not joking.
the funniest part: tomorrow, i apply for a second job.
i think i need the work and the stress it forces me to endure,
for whatever reason.
maybe it's my excuse.
maybe it's my ticket away from the meaningful social interactions i choose avoid in my life.
despite all my antics and social capabilities,
i think i embody more of a loner persona.
when i was about 10,
i spent the majority of my time alone in my room,
listening to my radio, dancing and singing by myself in front of my mirror, and creating fantastic worlds and stories either on paper or with my action figures.
usually characters had to prove themselves to each other before defeating a greater enemy.
i remember death always playing a major role too.
i had a childhood friend that i used to play with,
where we used to do kinda the same thing,
except we would act it out ourselves...
...i always made myself die.
she used to come up with ways to revive me so that we could keep playing,
but i always insisted that once you were dead you couldn't come back to life.
she hated that game, oddly enough i loved it...
i just got home from working a 16 hour day.
no, i'm not joking.
the funniest part: tomorrow, i apply for a second job.
i think i need the work and the stress it forces me to endure,
for whatever reason.
maybe it's my excuse.
maybe it's my ticket away from the meaningful social interactions i choose avoid in my life.
despite all my antics and social capabilities,
i think i embody more of a loner persona.
when i was about 10,
i spent the majority of my time alone in my room,
listening to my radio, dancing and singing by myself in front of my mirror, and creating fantastic worlds and stories either on paper or with my action figures.
usually characters had to prove themselves to each other before defeating a greater enemy.
i remember death always playing a major role too.
i had a childhood friend that i used to play with,
where we used to do kinda the same thing,
except we would act it out ourselves...
...i always made myself die.
she used to come up with ways to revive me so that we could keep playing,
but i always insisted that once you were dead you couldn't come back to life.
she hated that game, oddly enough i loved it...
Sunday, June 14, 2009
200 posts!
anyways,
i was listening to old recordings of myself today which,
after having just finished recording some new stuff,
gave me an interesting sort of perspective.
i've come a long way, and yet,
i haven't come that far at all.
it's seems odd but entirely correct.
all i wanna do now is record.
i need to focus,
but i can't focus too much or other wise it'll wear into the music.
i fucking hate balance.
"funny the way it is, be it right or wrong,
one person's broken heart is another one's favorite song..."
anyways,
i was listening to old recordings of myself today which,
after having just finished recording some new stuff,
gave me an interesting sort of perspective.
i've come a long way, and yet,
i haven't come that far at all.
it's seems odd but entirely correct.
all i wanna do now is record.
i need to focus,
but i can't focus too much or other wise it'll wear into the music.
i fucking hate balance.
"funny the way it is, be it right or wrong,
one person's broken heart is another one's favorite song..."
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