simplistic is the way to the end
i met a guy last night who seems to have some of the same ideas in music and sound in what he wants to do as I do. maybe he makes cool shit. i screamed in the bathroom with him and sang a diddy that i wrote on the bar, or rather in the bar. musicians are usually headaches. but he isn’t single so there is no issue with that. then i met a dred headed tattoo artist who knows many people i know. i guess. he was single, but of course seeming slightly out of whack. i’ve resigned to the i dont need anybody i dont want anybody why dont you all just eat worms way of living. i drank too much weiss en stephan heimer something or other beer. my head hurts.
and i feel like all this over-analyzation self-philoso integration has been very bad for my heart. i wish i could sit in a cafe and have the same looks of complete empty ness devoid of thought that so many people around here have. then i would have something.
goddamnit.
i have a dog. i mentioned this previously but she is fun and a good companion. though she seems to like licking my face neck and ears to an aggravating extent in the morning. when i just need sleep.
maybe i am the weakest link
bye bye.
