Its all been one long, strange roadtrip. For all I know this could be some mass hallucination from lack of sleep. I could be talking to my toaster and not even realize it.
All these people rushing around, trying to make something of themselves and have something to show for their work at the end of the day...I just don’t get it.
node that could have been written about me, probably werent, but still do some justice as to boxing, catgorizing and labeling me:
I sometimes say things that are not literally true
Queer As a Stick
hopeless romantic
I like my women like I like my Ninja fights
Yes I do like boys
indier than thou
I Love my Mommy
The Girl In The Corner
I'm angry, and tired, and sad, and I just don't want to deal with it right now, so fuck off.
A Short List of Things I Would Advise You, a Total Stranger, Not to Do
- Making fun of queers
- Having faith in America's public school system
- Underappreciating public school teachers
- Missing once in a lifetime oppurtunities
- Collecting scene points
A Slightly Longer List of Things I Highly Suggest You Attempt
- Blow bubbles
- Drink Chai
- Write bad, angsty poetry when the mood strikes you
- Be a geek
- Listen to damn good music
- Visit your local independent record store
- dye your hair
- Send postcards
- Read
- Sing showtunes when no one can hear you
- Watch every David Lynch film ever made
- Be a pirate
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