Friday, August 22, 2003

NP:Circle Takes the Square-Non-Objective Point of Karma.

................ever feel inspired, but couldn't get the thoughts straightend out into a cohesive (or at least creative) strain?

that's what's happening to me as of late. tons of stuff on my mind, but a creative block preventing me from making something out of it other than ranting and raving. you feel useless. just a waste of blood, bone, and skin. than you explode and someone gets hurt.

it's a sad/beautiful state of affairs when you're a slave to language and art.

at least i'm not you.
i'm depressed.

no particular reason. i just feel shitty.

the uphill battles rage on..........
i wanna talk about the word "overrated".

this word is completley useless. my expeirence has shown me that this word is commonly used by pretensious, insecure dorks who don't like a band that a lot of other people like. rather than just come out and say "i don't like that band" and defend their opinion on an intellegent or reasonable level, when they are confronted they say things like "ohh well they're OVERRATED!". You see, what these people do is turn things around to make themselves look like they have the upper hand. he's not stupid for disliking a band that a lot of people like, a lot of people are stupid for liking a band he doesn't like.

everyone thinks that their tastes are supperiror to others. i'm guilty of such behavior, but i know my limits. i've decided that no band is overrated. none. at all. there a bands whose poularity baffles/enrages me (Coldplay, Good Charlotte), but just because i don't like them doesn't mean they are overrated. as much as it confuses me, that music means a lot to a lot of people. just like a lot of people might be confused by my worship of grindcore bands that no one outside of weirdos on a message board know about.

everyone is allowed to love and hate whatever they want and formulate their own opinons, but there is no need to attack others because of their taste. attack the film, not the viewers. attack the artist, not the investors. you can question their judgement, but don't say that's it's wrong or invalid just because it's not your judgement.

unless people are being assholes about it.

Wednesday, August 20, 2003

In dreams i walk with you
In dreams i talk to you
In dreams your mine
all the time
In Dreams.

when Roy Orbison says it, it's romantic. when Dennis Hopper says it, it's sadistic.

or maybe it's the other way around.

summer is in it's death throes now. i'm looking forward to wasting the remainder of my youth at a Community College campus as opposed to an underground metal message board. at least i'll get some fresh air, that is air that is fresh with nicotine, inane chatter, and over priced perfume.

and of course, the Tits.

Sunday, August 17, 2003

Entropy Order.

some glare down life like a smoking barrell and take in the residue with pride, sliding wet fingers across their brows. for the last of the rubble to burn down, so they can pick at the remains like underfed lizards. that's what their diaries were for. keeping track of every broken jaw and every tooth mark.