Listening to "Aroma of Gina Arnold" by Trumans Water. Like the bastard spawn of Sonic Youth and Captain Beefheart. Disjointed, angular, psychedelic and dissonant. Dig it.
Anyway, back to work again. Soon as I wake up. It's 5 am and you are listening to the sound of Los Angeles.
My world is wonderful and frightening. Always something weird a-happening. You can't even imagine...
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Mood:
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Listening to: Trumans Water, Agitpop, Live Skull
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Reading: old MAD Magazines
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Playing: Proletariat Art Threat
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Eating: Sushi!
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Drinking: COFFEE
- Word for word I can relate to this. This is going to sound odd, but its nice to see that I am not the only one feeling this way, so thank you for posting this. I hope things start to clear up for you, as it seems they haven started to
Thanks again for posting this, I wish you nothing but the best in your future.
I hate this - whatever this feeling is, I kind of feel like I lost myself in the last seven months after all this constant mean shit that kept happening and I honestly feel like I don't know myself anymore and it feels terrible. I hate it. And for this reason, I am glad that Harry Potter survives seven mother'f'in books.
I still wish you nothing but the best... I wish I could stop you from feeling this way. I hope things start to look up for you and I hope you find some sort of solace.