Sunday, February 29, 2004
Monday, February 16, 2004
Sometimes you meet someone that you've been reading about online for sometime in real life and all of a sudden reality warps.
Warps in such a way like you're seeing Rober De Niro or Mick Jagger or Robben Ford or some super rockstar/actor/ess/celebrity that you may or may not admire (but usually do) in person, but this time the person is not a super rockstar....etc *see above* but just a normal person like you and me whose works you've followed and liked for some time. You wanna make contact but you never know what to expect from the other party. And when you do, the reply is usually, quite unlikely, but pretty often something that you'll never expect that'll leaves you dumbstruck but you don't wanna be left hanging with your mouth open like a fish at the water surface so you let lose something that you have no recall of.
Warps in such a way that you have no problem speaking to anyone else but you feel weird when you speak to them. Like a quad-cross between a stalker, a fan, someone whose knowledge of existent is in some way but not really important and a half naked (downwards) sexually confused guy caught in front of slow on-coming headlights driven by a buch of half drunk cute girls and the non muscular gay types guys.
Warps in such a way that I have no idea wat I'm trying to say but it was real cool meeting someone you would call a mini-minor celebrity in your own world.
We still need a bassist.
Warps in such a way like you're seeing Rober De Niro or Mick Jagger or Robben Ford or some super rockstar/actor/ess/celebrity that you may or may not admire (but usually do) in person, but this time the person is not a super rockstar....etc *see above* but just a normal person like you and me whose works you've followed and liked for some time. You wanna make contact but you never know what to expect from the other party. And when you do, the reply is usually, quite unlikely, but pretty often something that you'll never expect that'll leaves you dumbstruck but you don't wanna be left hanging with your mouth open like a fish at the water surface so you let lose something that you have no recall of.
Warps in such a way that you have no problem speaking to anyone else but you feel weird when you speak to them. Like a quad-cross between a stalker, a fan, someone whose knowledge of existent is in some way but not really important and a half naked (downwards) sexually confused guy caught in front of slow on-coming headlights driven by a buch of half drunk cute girls and the non muscular gay types guys.
Warps in such a way that I have no idea wat I'm trying to say but it was real cool meeting someone you would call a mini-minor celebrity in your own world.
We still need a bassist.
Saturday, February 14, 2004
Thursday, February 05, 2004
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