I'm angry and I want a punching bag.
Bitter spite only goes so far. Then the adrenaline wears off and you crash.
Someone finally got it right.
And I don't care if nobody believes me.
But enough already.
At least today I said something quasi-intelligent in class.
They've assured me there's sentiment and success will come in fluctuations.
"It's all a lie, it's nearly dead, it's in our heart, it's in our bed" (afghan whigs)
--or something like that at any rate.
Desperately trying to recapture that feeling but to no avail...
October 14, 2003Anyhow I think the bus is symbolic of autonomy and my sense of independence.
I don't know where to begin...
Dreams...replaying the other day...
But I woke up before the man in his dream could give me his advice.
Why does my life keep spiralling further and further into a pit of suck?
Lately, stuff just doesn't want to stay in my long term memory. I don't know what it is.
October 23, 2003This fall is downright Lynchian at times but mostly in a good way...I mean in that Twin Peaks/Wild at Heart/Blue Velvet way, as long as it doesn't become in the Lost Highway/Mulholland Drive way, I'm fine with it...
October 25, 2003I'm totally powerless and gullible.
A bad combination.
Um, that's mean...
Had a thought but lost it.
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