I just want to listen to music through the headphones of the globe, I'll mix their screams with the cries of laughter. I'll cross over from obese greed and drown it in tragedy. I'll take one shot to a building and ignore the millions of bombs we drop to compensate for our more expensive lives. I'll bask in the glory of being able to eat the African families weight, malnourished and all. I'll parade around in clothes I don't need, expelling exhaust. "everything i could say would feed into insignificance"

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7.03.2009

The thoughts of an Echo

Currently my mind is dried out. I had a classic 'fuck-all' day. However, my friend from Israel is in town and this is always something to celebrate. Absinthe and Forth of July down at the Pier under the mighty arms of Santa Barbara's beach/fire works. I wish I had some poetry to write but my mind is dried out. Currently seeking work, living in the land of Disco Broke. Public enemies came out...the new ice age is out in 3D this weekend. I rid myself of my Iphone and its costly bill. Maybe a good amount of things did happen today. "Disco times call for Disco measures," my ableton keeps crashing on my mac, someone smack this bitch up.
Posted by Afflicted Wolf at 11:05 PM

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