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with this endless estimation theres only one thing I can say:

Saw land of the dead last night, and liked how it was really, the facists(I can't believe how stormtrooperesque they made security fellers.) the commies (zombies coming out the water = cuban migrants - seriously look at the old photos.) and the people stuck between.

("are you trying not to sleep? Radio on the top of the ladder in the beauty salon, thinking his name as the colour goes on, are you trying not to sleep? Nobody can keep up to what you have planned...")

I think I'm going to move soon, I can't be bothered to put things back together after flooding, everything boxed up in this house feels more comfortable, like its the natural order. I've never been home here.

I also think I'm going to quit the weekend job. Its time to drop the delusions I'm gaining nothing but a zombie status, and a complete unreality that festers. I've had myself convinced I'm propelling myself to some independance I've yet not known, when really its just forcing the dependance deeper. Pointless! Not frigging doing it anymore!

I'm going to teach myself how to play guitar so I can play and acoustic set eventually. I already have some songs outlined.