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Still they are.
Things is strange.
Indeed.
Italian sausage, eggs, jalapenos, red onions. It was a good breakfast.
Lunch was good too. And the client wasn't such a bitch after all.
Do you ever wonder why?
I'm not starving anymore. But does the music suffer when you aren't?
Do you call your friends on shit when you've paid your pound o' flesh?
And yes, I'm that jaded, in case you were wondering.
And yet I still love you, those of you who I love.
September 20 2005, 07:17:25 UTC 6 years ago
*turns up volume*
*putters out to the door to watch the rain*
September 20 2005, 07:24:29 UTC 6 years ago
PJ just answers them with more questions. Nick skirts them altogether, and Paul and John are on another planet. They drank my beer though. That must be why I'm out and forced to drink wine.
September 20 2005, 07:34:21 UTC 6 years ago
Of course I wonder why. I do it all the time. Witness today.
I don't think the music should suffer, or does. We tend to overromanticize suffering as part of creating art but I suspect that that's a function of heightened senses involved, in both the suffering and the creation.
You always call your friends on shit. I do. They do it right back. There is, however, a right time, and a right way to do it, and I think sometimes messages are not well received when they come at neither time.
You may be that jaded regarding some things, but I know there's a sense of little-boy wonderment in there. It's just that you feel it towards things most people have lost their ability to appreciate.
September 20 2005, 07:44:54 UTC 6 years ago
I think sometimes my music suffers when I've not suffered enough. But like myself, Sometimes music doesn't deserve my suffering.
Of course, if you listen to the song I just sent in your email, there is no amount of sufering I could do to make me good enough. He makes me green.
I miss some things that will never come back.
Litle boy wonderment? I'm a little boy perpetually with constant disbelief of the things around me, both bad and good.
I hope you liked your present.
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September 20 2005, 07:50:13 UTC 6 years ago
Who makes you green? The person you were when you wrote it?
I miss many things that will never come back. I try not to miss them but they demand to be danced with.
Disbelief or dumbfounded, take your pick; I feel one or the other most of the time.
I did like my present. It's beautiful. Little-known fact about me: the fastest way to get to my heart is through music and art.
September 20 2005, 08:03:51 UTC 6 years ago
No, no, im currently sending a file to your yahoo acount, which is taking forever... oooh, cause its a wav. You prolly wont get it, 35 megs, sending you an .mp3 instead. You'll love it. It's from a person and a band we probably both love and like, respectively.
By the way, we had your heart a LONG time ago. :)
September 20 2005, 08:13:18 UTC 6 years ago
I'm curious as to what this little file is...
It's true, you did have my heart long ago. In all the ways that actually matter.
September 20 2005, 08:22:25 UTC 6 years ago
Something raw and passionate? Versus something done with skill and experience?
Erte vs. Klimt? Schiele vs. some dipshit like Nagel? Who knows? I certainly don't.
Check your mail again.
September 20 2005, 08:16:57 UTC 6 years ago
David.
Blonde Redhead.
Hell yes.
September 20 2005, 08:23:00 UTC 6 years ago
September 20 2005, 08:55:35 UTC 6 years ago