Wednesday, June 08, 2005

it's the same but the meaning keeps changing

My eyes burn as I type this feeling tired but not wanting to sleep quite yet. I worked a show tonight at the bottom lounge and it was slow...we play tomorrow at the bottom lounge and I've never been more nervous about a show.

I want to get rid of this horrible lead butterfly feeling in my stomach. I would vomit them out if that was a choice...

...I'm restless...

I wish I was truly capable of expressing everything that I felt. I wish I was capable of behaving like a normal human being at times. I wish I didn't feel so horribly alone.

Sound immature right...

don't let capitalism steal your culture and sell it back to you

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