Yes, do show me yr movie-clip-thingiemake me feel even less like a man. Damnit.
5 seconds of video overshadows my entire imaginary filmography. Damn, that girl knows how to make me feel small.
And it's good... damnit. Her shits good. And i fucking hate her for it. For moving into MY territory.
And this is why we couldnt hack itas much as i try to hide it, i'm competitive. Atleast in my field. I dont like people moving in on my territory.
She should have never moved from still photos.
I can never be with someone else whose a filmmaker. Musician? Painter? Photographer? Writer? Good.
Heh. I had more to say about that, i tried to hurry home to write it down, but i got stopped by a train. And it's all lost.
Sometimes i wish life had an easy reset button. I'd be mashing on that fucker all the time. Just fucking reset my life, lemme work thru it again. Turn out different.
I could do without the empathy.
I could do without the simple insights and need to create.
I could do without it. I could turn out different. I could be apathetic and oblivious and impulsive and base.
Greedy. Ineffectual. Pandering, toothy smiles. A workhorse. Completely happy doing nothing in my life that'll greatly effect others. No need to be anything than what i appear to be. Completely anonymous, another face in the crowded bar at 2am on a Friday night.
Fuck the world, right? Lets go watch some random sports game and go fishingor some other equally boring past-time.
i've only got four bucks in my pocket and a heart fullawell, not really hopes and dreams. More like apathy and contentmentcus when your poor and drunk and fishing after a rousing sports game, everything just falls into place, right?
I mean, that's why all those people out there are smiling, isnt it? They're not going anywhere, right? Their lives are shitright?!
They just had no where they wanted to go...right? They were born and bread to be what they areto be nothing, to make me want it more.
Damnit...right?
Im sick of computers and technology and people and addictions and vices and television and microwaves and cars and drugs and alcohol. And fishing and tattoos and music and movies and...coffee. Air fresheners. Coco Pebbles. Everyone.
I've given up completely on being someone special. This isnt a bad thing or a good thing. It's just something that some people have to come to realizethey're mediocre. That's not to say i'm not going to do anything with my life
It just means i wont be revolutionary to any degree.
i'll still do what i love, just to a more abysmal end. And maybe, just maybe if i do it bad enough, and if i end in a BANG! then someone'll take notice.
These days, for me, texture is as important as taste.
Boop.
5 seconds of video overshadows my entire imaginary filmography. Damn, that girl knows how to make me feel small.
And it's good... damnit. Her shits good. And i fucking hate her for it. For moving into MY territory.
And this is why we couldnt hack itas much as i try to hide it, i'm competitive. Atleast in my field. I dont like people moving in on my territory.
She should have never moved from still photos.
I can never be with someone else whose a filmmaker. Musician? Painter? Photographer? Writer? Good.
Heh. I had more to say about that, i tried to hurry home to write it down, but i got stopped by a train. And it's all lost.
Sometimes i wish life had an easy reset button. I'd be mashing on that fucker all the time. Just fucking reset my life, lemme work thru it again. Turn out different.
I could do without the empathy.
I could do without the simple insights and need to create.
I could do without it. I could turn out different. I could be apathetic and oblivious and impulsive and base.
Greedy. Ineffectual. Pandering, toothy smiles. A workhorse. Completely happy doing nothing in my life that'll greatly effect others. No need to be anything than what i appear to be. Completely anonymous, another face in the crowded bar at 2am on a Friday night.
Fuck the world, right? Lets go watch some random sports game and go fishingor some other equally boring past-time.
i've only got four bucks in my pocket and a heart fullawell, not really hopes and dreams. More like apathy and contentmentcus when your poor and drunk and fishing after a rousing sports game, everything just falls into place, right?
I mean, that's why all those people out there are smiling, isnt it? They're not going anywhere, right? Their lives are shitright?!
They just had no where they wanted to go...right? They were born and bread to be what they areto be nothing, to make me want it more.
Damnit...right?
Im sick of computers and technology and people and addictions and vices and television and microwaves and cars and drugs and alcohol. And fishing and tattoos and music and movies and...coffee. Air fresheners. Coco Pebbles. Everyone.
I've given up completely on being someone special. This isnt a bad thing or a good thing. It's just something that some people have to come to realizethey're mediocre. That's not to say i'm not going to do anything with my life
It just means i wont be revolutionary to any degree.
i'll still do what i love, just to a more abysmal end. And maybe, just maybe if i do it bad enough, and if i end in a BANG! then someone'll take notice.
These days, for me, texture is as important as taste.
Boop.