It's frustrating when you can't seem to put the notes together. When you can't construct the building blocks in your mind and soul. When you see beauty, or when you experience Armageddon.. It's all fleeting. And maybe that's where the allure of creating something comes in, to commemorate a certain feeling, random as it is to just be a symbol of the times. And yeah, we wear our influences on our sleeves.
Beautiful things:
fried eggs
the word "soul"
t-shirts
wizard poster mania
feistiness
Armani paper bags
Ugly things:
giving up
peace through war
anal uptightness
dependency
comics in plastics
beeping noises
Friday, September 02, 2005
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