I feel much better now that the crazieness on my page is gone. I ran into this really awesome girl tonight while at the club. I was talking to her about my writing and she started telling me about her literary magazine The Blue Writer. What's interesting is that among my journeys around Clifton I've seen flyers for submissions to the collaboration. So I'm pretty stoked about sharing my writing who could possibly want to share it with the local world.
Here's on of the things I sent

Drooling drunk guy
Spontaneous drunk staggering
Religious raunchy ralphing
People pleasure pleasings
Mind-trip Mangalings
Drip-drop dangalings
True thoughts wandering
Sick sluts swaggering
slip-slop slabberings


"Who wishes to be creative must first blast and destroy accepted values." ---Nietzsche

Good Night....

I'm so fucking pissed off right now. I was skating around enjoying a mild day and found this sidwalk that had a really mellow hill about 200 yards long. I bombed it and was just about to go down it again, when a rent-a-pig came walking my way. I thought to just skate off the other way but I was just to lazy. He came up and gave me the "you can't skate here" bullshit and took my SS#.
If I had a dollar for everytime I heard that I'd be a rick mother-fucker.

In other news, I'm well on my way to getting a school. There are about 3 pretty cool schools here that I'm interested in. I've been accepted to Antonelli and I'm fairly certain that I want to go. I feel like the experience I will gain their will outway the fact that I will only have an associates degree when I get done.
Pros------
1. Only takes 2 years and I'm done.
2. Tons of options and rescources.
3. 80% female student body.
4. I'll gain a degree
5. I'll gain a portfolio
6. If I want to later I can transfer my credits to another school.

Cons-----
1. Associates degree as apposed to a Bachelors
2. Costly

I can't really think about that many bad things.

I'm rolling my own cigarettes. I'm about to play GTA3 and kill a bunch of cops!!!!
"Tata tata tat that's me killin' the cops"

Club Vertigo...

Remember those guys in high school that put freaks in trash cans? Welcome to vertigo. Also very frat party feeling. Oh well fuck it, I got drunk, and I had fun with the guys I went with. I looked at booty shakin' and drank 2 pitchers. The guy that let's us in is 20 yrs. old and works there. He said he makes $600 bones a week. That's pretty fat.

Other than the terrible 15 yr. old music, and the ditsy tri-delts, I thought the club had potential for a good time. I'll probably go to Goth night sometime and see what happens.

"What.. she trip, fall on his dick?"

full moon night ravings.
at about 6:30 this evening I was drunk off a couple beers and now I'm trashed on the tussin. Oh yes, Sean's sippin the sizzup.
I have to work tommorow at like 5 tommorow. I sitting in the apartment sans shirt, no shoes, bad breath, stinkin' pits and headphones halfon my head so I can listen to the Breeders. I had kindof a crazy night tomight and I don't think it's over yet. I met this girl who goes to this art school I heard about today. it's called Antonelli and I guess it's downtown somewhere.
Speaking of girls, I've been hanging out with this girl meagan. She's just a friend and she's pretty fun to be around. This guy I've been paying guitar with was trying to be her boyfriend so that's kindof wierd but they'll both get over it. I like Meagan, I like Ian. Ian and I are getting our dex on tonight and I'm fizzucked. He took off for a walk and I don't know if he's coming back or if he got arrested or what.
Well I'm going to call Al and mayhaps Linz and tell them how fucked up I am.
Taste the Rainbow

Tonight's Saga: A laughable situation

It's 1:30 in the morning and I just got off work. On my way home I was bombing ,as it is downhill most of the way home. A cop heading up the hill and hit thier lights. I skated over to where they where getting out of thier pig-wagon.

me- how's it going?
pig- can I see your I.D.
me- why?
pig- are you a car?
me- no.
pig- then what are you doing in the middle of the street.
me- I just got off work, I don't have my I.D. and I'm on my way home.
pig- well, I need to run your I.D.
me- O.K. I'll gladly give you my information.
pig- What? Your immature attitude needs to stop.
me- O.K. I'm just trying to co-operate with you. Why are you so upset, I'm just trying to get home. I just moved here 7 days ago. Is there some sort of law against riding a skateboard in the street?
pig- You need to grow up.
me- What!?
pig- are you a moving vehicle.
me- no but my board is a moving vehicle and I was riding on my board so yeah I guess so.
pig- I could charge you with civil disobediance.
me- for skateboarding home? (I chuckle at the civil disobediance charge)
pig- where are you from?
me- Madison, IN.
pig- Is it OK for you to skate down the middle of the street in Madison.
me- Yes. I talked to several cops there who would rather leave us alone skating a hill than waste thier time with us.
pig- Well I don't know how it works where you're from but here you can't just ride down the street. What do you think a judge would say if you showed up in his courtroom tommorow morning a with civil disobediance charge?
me- He'd probably laugh and tell me to get out of his courtroom.
pig- I seriously doubt that'd he'd laugh.
me- Are you going to run my I.D? I'm having a great time talking to you and all, but I'd like to get home.
pig- You really need to grow up and realize that you're not helping yourself any acting this way.
me- What, acting like an intelligent adult that knows his rights, and refuses to have them trampled on by you?
pig- No, I'm not going to run your I.D. because there's probably just some juvenile offenses.
me- Please run my I.D. I'd love to see what you think about my absolutely clean record and certainly no warrants.
pig- I didn't say you have any warrants.
me- O.K. So are we done here?
pig- You need to stay out of the streets, or I will take you in for civil disobediance.
me- OK well have fun.

So I skated away down the sidewalk and didn't look back.
Civil Disobediance is truly a laughable offense

I went to this great show tonight with Micah. The Gazelles! played in which the drummer is someone I know from Jr. High. The first band didn't start until 11 so the show went late into the night. After the gazelles! played I took Micah home and bombed Ludlow back to Northside. It was a great ride and when I got back the last band was playing. They were really good and afterwards everyone piled out of the front door to where I was sitting. I talked to Andrew and we decided to go up the street to this guy Chris's apartment. We sat around. talked, listened to NOFX and smoked cigarettes. After awhile we realized that none of us were fucked up enough so we asked Chris what if any narcotics he had in the apartment. He found some ridilin and I chopped it up. I played some guitar badly. We listened to some Lou Reed and then left. It's now 5:49 AM Sunday morning and I have to be at work at 6pm. I might get 8 hours of sleep, we'll see.
I'm excited to be finding new musicians on a daily basis. Hopefully I can start playing with some people and get together a band.
ROCK ON!!

I got a job today and worked 8 grueling hours. I went in for an interview, came out with a uniform, and 8 hours of pay coming my way.

In other news, the natti is treating me well. I found some kids to play music with and my search for musicians to form a project with are coming along well. I played an open-mic last night and I sucked. It was really hurried and structured and my performance showed it. I've been writing a lot and my stuff is getting better.
I've had a change of opinion about music. In my acoustic ramblings, the music was about goofing around and just having a good time. But now that I'm getting better, i feel I should be moving toward a more expressive form.

I hope you are all well...

Sinking in my pool of misery
breathing in the liquid
Letting everything turn to black
and never leave the bottom

stopping my breathing
my blood is seething
letting go of my life
waiting for the end

Letting out my last breath
my muscles will relax
tears float out of my eyes
more salt for my wounds

stopping my breathing
my blood is seething
letting go of my life
waiting for the end



feeling sea-sick? yeah me too.