Sofi would let me delete blog posts.

I'd get rid of that in a jiffy

(Jiffy is an actual measure of time. If my memory serves me well.. it's 1/100 of a second.)

Fuck school.
Fuck film projects.

Fuck food.

Fuck people.

Fuck love.

Fuck guitars.

Fuck pianos.

Fuck dreams.

Fuck theory.

Fuck books.

Fuck computers.

Fuck industries.

Fuck animals.

Fuck this street.

Fuck this city.

Fuck keyboards.

Fuck dishes.

Fuck music.

Fuck teenagers.

Fuck hippies.

Fuck anarchists.

Fuck yuppies.

Fuck clothing.

Fuck money.

Fuck electronics.

Fuck ears.

Fuck blood.

Fuck television.

Fuck cold fingers.

Fuck park benches.

Fuck hannafords.

Fuck plastic grapes.

Fuck similarities.

Fuck differences.

Fuck forced social situations.

Fuck social situations.

Fuck situations.

Fuck mothers.

Fuck fathers.

Fuck sisters.

Fuck brothers.

Fuck friends.

Fuck pencils.

Fuck paper.

Fuck voting.

Fuck America.

Fuck power.

Fuck ignorance.

Fuck victims.

Fuck unhappiness.

Fuck chocolate.

Fuck holidays.

Fuck paintings.

Fuck houses.

Fuck shakey hands.

Fuck the body.

Fuck senses.

Fuck sex.

Fuck virginity.

Fuck commercials.

Fuck products.

Fuck "You've been selected to win a free..."

Fuck language.

Fuck sounds.

Fuck imperfections.

Fuck plastic.

Fuck science.

Fuck body modification.

Fuck space.

Fuck facts.

Fuck interest.

Fuck questions.

Fuck answers.

Fuck creativity.

Fuck image.

Fuck meds.

 

 

Fuck even trying.

 

Fuck.

 

Well, goddamn! It's happened once again!

 

Another jackass that knows shit about counterpoint and other "complex" theory bits and pieces, thinks his music is superior!

GO.
FUCK BREAD.

 

People have completely lost what art is all about again.

 

Art is not about what took the longest, or what this splatter represents, or the complexity that "you probably wouldn't understand."

 

ART ISN'T MEANT TO BE ESOTERIC.

Art is free! Art is meant to inspire and to gush hope into the hearts of the people living in a ever declining world.

 

I just wrote a song that I think is beautiful. It's 3 chords.

Does that mean it's not nearly as good as some fast, key changing, counterpoint mixing, harmonic minor slipping, information fuck fest that people call a song?

 

You people are writing music for the sake of showing off how much you act like you know about music theory. Go ahead and try and writing something that can actually make someone cry, or smile like an idiot.

 

Once was one of the best films I had ever seen. They used handheld cameras and used a budget of whatever they had in their pockets.

All the new movies coming out that cost MILLIONS of dollars, well, more or less SUCK.

Everyone go to bed.

I'm currently blogging from the video making intensive at our school. We were just assigned to create a scene that had at least 5 shots, no editing, and no dialogue. We had a lot of fun mocking brooding, moody, art kid movies. We had our main character sitting on a rock. Moving positions constantly. Unrest! Angst! She eventually started just flailing. I walk into the background, witness such acts of raw, unleashed, teenage aggression, and join in. Flailing an running my hands through my hair. This all dies down. I walked off and our main character does a death stare into the camera. When we watched the footage at the end of the class, we played "The End" by The Doors over the speakers.

Hilarity ensued.  

"I had a great uncle that choked on a raw sprinkle, once. Wasn't pretty."

Thanks, Dad.

I miss my people. A lot. I feel like that in the time I've been... hm... away, we'll say... I've been missing many vital moments. I just hope I'm not left behind any time soon.

I doubt it will happen, honestly. They're my best friends and I trust them completely.

It's kind of like a fear of zombies. Totally not going to happen, but a very likely fear.

I had a great day all in all, though. I'm excited for getting off groundation on Thursday. Hopefully going to see my people then.

Using the term "my people" makes me feel like Moses.

Both Hannah and Sofi, now have created various lists. I'll so the same.

Holiday wish list!
(things I like)

-Blue skies
-Old Port
-When people ask me questions
-Asking questions
-Lovins
-Old rusty things
-Scissors
-When interesting people call me when I'm in public situations
-People watching
-Fat angry white guy punk
-Hitting big dogs with Sofi Proia
-Thinking about hitting small dogs with Hannah Smith
-My goddamn cat.
-Making up words
-A pair of jeans I can look good in
-Surfing photobucket's "Recent Photos" thing.
-Casio keyboards
-Sitting on my porch and nothing-watching at 5 AM while the sun rises and the street lights turn off.
-The "Happy Wheels" crowd.
-Guerrilla art
-Finding/designing really good stencils
-Busking
-Railroad tracks
-Days when I think I look really good
-Scar tissue
-Any form of body modification
-Any small children not too afraid to come bug me
-Actually being proud of the music I write
-Days
-Nights
-Smaller-than-they-should-be cats.
-TyPiNg LiKe A dIcK.
-Christian family websites.

-There's also this orgiastic feeling you get when you're playing music with a bunch of people and you realize it sounds good. It comes in layers.

LAYER 1:
You feel like your skin has stopped moving. All the hair on your body stands up and you can't really exhale. You're too excited to breathe.

LAYER 2:
You get lost. The only thing that's there with you is the music.

LAYER 3:
You can't stop moving.

LAYER 4:
You start to put in as much effort and passion into the music as you have in you and you could ever have in you.

LAYER 5:
Everything slows down

LAYER 6:
There's a period of silence that you present to the world in recognition of what has just happened.
This sounds a lot like an orgasm to be honest.

I like music too much. I really need to get a band together soon.