January 2011
6 posts
insomnia free write.
I bik’d the sides of my head tonight. I love it. fuck your scene. fuck fashion. I reject all of it. no one is origional. everyone steals from everyone. elitism makes me laugh. you are no better then the next worthless peice of shit. stop pretending you are. stop looking down your nose at me. I’m sick of unwarranted egos. I’m sick of people who half ass every important aspect of...
cellar door.
it’s enlightening when i hear an album or read a book, years after initial discovery, to uncover a whole new meaning behind it. it’s like re-percussive royalties. it teaches you in a different light and enhances your perspective. i have a constant desire to learn. i think once that desire becomes fulfilled- i will be 6 feet under. call me parsimonious.
it’s only when i learn to...
