Quiet Noize

The Inkwell is completely dried up. I need to be inspired.

I Wish I could tell you there is more to life than this vacant parking lot.

Occasionally a nice view emerges, an orgasm is reached, but everything always ends.

Destructively beautiful, expelling toxic radiation, consume at your own risk.

Everyone loves me from a distance, what is it I miss

Answer: Consume the Drug called Music and quit being such a bitch. Get off your ass and make things happen. Don't join the millions of those who do nothing and the billions who dream and talk about big things, but make nothing happen.

awaiting another visual dream, need a new muse, and enjoying new friendships

Coma Reality

"Do I believe in God, Do I believe in Me, Controversy"

Welp, back to reality again. I got to share the fantasy world with another, but at the expense of my dear friends relationship. It is hard to enjoy, reminisce on anything positive after so much negativity.

I spent yesterday sick and feeling like shit, I wasn't alone though. Anyways, the balance of life. I wear my insides out, so my bipolar disorder is just as present in me as it is in my life. Extreme Highs with Extreme Lows. The Nature's Zen is doing some wonder, but I'm worried it's making me a bit emotional. Although I've accomplished a lot relationship wise with my mother, we've kind of been butting heads. (AW how cute)

This is totally just a journal entry, so for those of you who like to live my life or simply just checking in to make sure I'm OK. Alls well. I feel much better today. Building my setlist for this saturday, I will be DJing along with my brother. And yup there it is. Talking to myself, my favorite pastime.

lost in translation

Miscommunication is a funny concept.

Brett Easton Ellis's book 'rules of attraction'

illustrates this clearly.