"fading away... well you might say i'm losing focus."
may '05 is over. the end of an often disturbing decade for me. final touches are being applied.
"i just made you up to hurt myself... and it worked."
i will exit the end of the summer different. not better or worse, just different.
"only. only. only. ...things aren't as pretty on the inside."
in december, it will have been 10 years since i was in the same room as my dad.
"i got my my arms that flip flop flip flop flip... i got my head on a spring... just when i thought i got you on my side... i haven't got fucking anything."
31. time to take out the trash. with a smile this time. things will finally be not as they should be, but as they are, and in that there is a solace.
fin... "this time, i'm not coming back."
{i refuse to die on a cloudy day}
this week. final tracking (yeah right). guitars. basses. pianos. d-day was in june right? that's what i thought. by september we should reach the camps.
deep throat is outed. paris hilton is engaged. tom cruise has lost his mind... well at least the one l. ron gave him. if the world is ever gonna end... now would be cool. it would lend some historical weight to our album, which happens to be historically heavy. or heady.
while we are on the subject of putting things to bed...
for the most part, when you see jesse payne play live around town, i'll probably be in the audience. it's funny how things evolve. the week i moved here, the band wayne was the biggest thing in town, now their bass player is playing my basslines.
i gave a year to the cause, and a few hundred hours. the we that is i, wishes the he that is him, the best of luck.
"i feel it coming and i've got to gotta get of it's way..."
btw... i'm not going to explain or clarify my journals anymore. mental abstractions and thought processes are protected by the geneva convention.
may '05 is over. the end of an often disturbing decade for me. final touches are being applied.
"i just made you up to hurt myself... and it worked."
i will exit the end of the summer different. not better or worse, just different.
"only. only. only. ...things aren't as pretty on the inside."
in december, it will have been 10 years since i was in the same room as my dad.
"i got my my arms that flip flop flip flop flip... i got my head on a spring... just when i thought i got you on my side... i haven't got fucking anything."
31. time to take out the trash. with a smile this time. things will finally be not as they should be, but as they are, and in that there is a solace.
fin... "this time, i'm not coming back."
{i refuse to die on a cloudy day}
this week. final tracking (yeah right). guitars. basses. pianos. d-day was in june right? that's what i thought. by september we should reach the camps.
deep throat is outed. paris hilton is engaged. tom cruise has lost his mind... well at least the one l. ron gave him. if the world is ever gonna end... now would be cool. it would lend some historical weight to our album, which happens to be historically heavy. or heady.
while we are on the subject of putting things to bed...
for the most part, when you see jesse payne play live around town, i'll probably be in the audience. it's funny how things evolve. the week i moved here, the band wayne was the biggest thing in town, now their bass player is playing my basslines.
i gave a year to the cause, and a few hundred hours. the we that is i, wishes the he that is him, the best of luck.
"i feel it coming and i've got to gotta get of it's way..."
btw... i'm not going to explain or clarify my journals anymore. mental abstractions and thought processes are protected by the geneva convention.