26 years ago today I was born. That was my first mistake.
Forgive me for being a total emo-fag downer, but I cant seem to stop myself. Case in point: Remember how my last entry (over a month ago, so no points lost if you cant recall it) said I would be writing more, expressing myself, being brave even in the face of crippling social phobias? Yeah, well, funny thing - Ive since come to the conclusion that artistic expression of any sort is utterly inconsequential on any kind of scale that actually matters, and hence even our greatest poets and painters have been engaged in nothing more than masturbatory ego stroking the memory of which will crumble to dust as the society it failed to save destroys itself. Apologies to all you poets and painters out there, but as Jeff Tweedy aptly put it, Hell in a nutshell / is any song worth singing / if it doesnt help. Only too true; Ive been hearing a lot of songs lately but I cant remember the last time I felt the least spark of hope, joy, confidence, love, or practically anything else worth feeling. If art cant help the hopeless, art is without worth.
I could go on, but I'll spare you. Just wish me a happy birthday, have a piece of cake, and we'll all pretend everything is fine.
Forgive me for being a total emo-fag downer, but I cant seem to stop myself. Case in point: Remember how my last entry (over a month ago, so no points lost if you cant recall it) said I would be writing more, expressing myself, being brave even in the face of crippling social phobias? Yeah, well, funny thing - Ive since come to the conclusion that artistic expression of any sort is utterly inconsequential on any kind of scale that actually matters, and hence even our greatest poets and painters have been engaged in nothing more than masturbatory ego stroking the memory of which will crumble to dust as the society it failed to save destroys itself. Apologies to all you poets and painters out there, but as Jeff Tweedy aptly put it, Hell in a nutshell / is any song worth singing / if it doesnt help. Only too true; Ive been hearing a lot of songs lately but I cant remember the last time I felt the least spark of hope, joy, confidence, love, or practically anything else worth feeling. If art cant help the hopeless, art is without worth.
I could go on, but I'll spare you. Just wish me a happy birthday, have a piece of cake, and we'll all pretend everything is fine.
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I luurve Morgan. It sounds terrible to say for some reason, but I wish she had taken Playboy's offer.