I am now part of a community that appreciates me!!!!!!
I have decided to form a group, consisting of myself, that can meet at any time and talk shit, solve the worlds problems, mutually appreciate women, smoke cigarettes, convince everyone else THEY'RE insane, drink a different kind of alcohol every time a meeting is conviened, take our hats off to those that deserve it, casually discuss all the new music I buy. And i do mean buy, not download!!!!
Call me a relic, call me a dinosaur, but I like my music plastic and circular, with a little booklet that someone has spent time making it look like it doesn't make any sense other than to the artist who developed the design. But that's just me.
We shall also, make tshirts that represent our thoughts, collect vintage magazines that both titilate and excite the eyes with flashy colours and wonderful typography, and of course, naked, even semi naked women. Manage our daily life in the context that life is short and meaningless in the grand scheme of things and should be enjoyed at all costs for we have limited sources of brain cells that in time begin to degenerate as we get older so, it is of the utmost importance to fuck around, screw up, screw people, which ever way you are inclined, play jokes on each other, gain a sense of wonderment about the world, depress the shit out of each other, make the person in the next room happy . . . . . .
You know what, this is starting to sound like a P.S.A. Hell I'm that disgusted with myself for some of the above comments that I'm gonna stop typing right now. I can't even bare to read over it incase any of it dosen't make any sense. I'm outta here . . . .
Later Journal Man . . . .
I have decided to form a group, consisting of myself, that can meet at any time and talk shit, solve the worlds problems, mutually appreciate women, smoke cigarettes, convince everyone else THEY'RE insane, drink a different kind of alcohol every time a meeting is conviened, take our hats off to those that deserve it, casually discuss all the new music I buy. And i do mean buy, not download!!!!
Call me a relic, call me a dinosaur, but I like my music plastic and circular, with a little booklet that someone has spent time making it look like it doesn't make any sense other than to the artist who developed the design. But that's just me.
We shall also, make tshirts that represent our thoughts, collect vintage magazines that both titilate and excite the eyes with flashy colours and wonderful typography, and of course, naked, even semi naked women. Manage our daily life in the context that life is short and meaningless in the grand scheme of things and should be enjoyed at all costs for we have limited sources of brain cells that in time begin to degenerate as we get older so, it is of the utmost importance to fuck around, screw up, screw people, which ever way you are inclined, play jokes on each other, gain a sense of wonderment about the world, depress the shit out of each other, make the person in the next room happy . . . . . .
You know what, this is starting to sound like a P.S.A. Hell I'm that disgusted with myself for some of the above comments that I'm gonna stop typing right now. I can't even bare to read over it incase any of it dosen't make any sense. I'm outta here . . . .
Later Journal Man . . . .
So, the group is only you huh.