Imma gonna spend all today with these headphones on, blasting leftfield's rythm n stealth. Also gonna completly rewire my companies wiring closet... weeeeee. What horrific amounts of fun!
I get the sense that I'm being an asshole lately, and have no control over the indescriminate cause of the mood shift. I feel as though I have something to be ashamed of in my persona that I cannot put my finger on. I hate knowing that I come across as an asshat, when I mean nothing but the best of intentions. All this, and I kinda wanna smoke some pot. I did for the first time in a long while last night, and have been riding the subtile wave of loosened creativity. I even wrote some stuff last night... haven't looked at it since, so for all I know, it is a thesis on why my left eye seems to like the purple monkey more than the right. Such things are the problem of blocked inspiration, which I live constantly.
Maybe the saga comes in a different form. Maybe this world can afford the dreams of a whackjob like me. Maybe all I need to do is fly to some tibetan monistary, learn shodokahn, and carry a katana under my robes through the hills of japan. Maybe I'm a total internet whore dumbass asshole bastard. Yet would anyone care?
Nah. Anyways, I'm going to read up on wifi hacking and smoke camel filters on the deck. Caio.
I get the sense that I'm being an asshole lately, and have no control over the indescriminate cause of the mood shift. I feel as though I have something to be ashamed of in my persona that I cannot put my finger on. I hate knowing that I come across as an asshat, when I mean nothing but the best of intentions. All this, and I kinda wanna smoke some pot. I did for the first time in a long while last night, and have been riding the subtile wave of loosened creativity. I even wrote some stuff last night... haven't looked at it since, so for all I know, it is a thesis on why my left eye seems to like the purple monkey more than the right. Such things are the problem of blocked inspiration, which I live constantly.
Maybe the saga comes in a different form. Maybe this world can afford the dreams of a whackjob like me. Maybe all I need to do is fly to some tibetan monistary, learn shodokahn, and carry a katana under my robes through the hills of japan. Maybe I'm a total internet whore dumbass asshole bastard. Yet would anyone care?
Nah. Anyways, I'm going to read up on wifi hacking and smoke camel filters on the deck. Caio.
fantasticaaron:
Rhythm and Stealth is an amazing album
billenium:
actually, I tend to hear "cookie" more than "taco". But I think thats because all the guys I know who thank you for shit learned it from girls. I don't know. I'll have to investigate... So hows life?