I'll just say all of the things that you said and Make it seem like I said them first

Collection-I am one week away from a four day work week. You don't give a shit because nobody reads this fucking blog.

Return-Said four day work week will be fucking awesome for my personal well being as well as taking my stress level from that of a three legged wolverine (the animal not the guy who's the best at what he does. If you can't figure that reference out go buy more comics) on a coke binge to that of a mildly annoyed Rhinoceros.

Signal-This will remove approx. $300 from my paycheck every week. However, I'm Dickie Moore, Fuck you. I'm going to try to get them to give me a raise so that that $300 can be closer to something manageable like.....$8.50....or $150.

In closing, this is what ends up on the back of gas receipts and taking up space in my wallet

I don't have a connection to any of this and I don't want to try. Unclear ideas are holes in your shoes no matter what you're walking on. Fortify your fuckin' soul for Christ's sake.
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I can't listen to any more of these new old songs. Think less about how it sounds and more about how it feels; as a matter of fact, just fucking think less. Write new songs yourself, nobody's going to write them for you. Anything that you really need, you're just going to have to get it yourself, be unfamiliar and bold. I am restless. Just like you and you and you. I can get what I need by myself.
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This soft tenor brings me to your lips. You sleep alone while I rise before the birds. You go to the base ship while I wait to find out. I'll be with you in hours, wait for me.
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I am in a coma. I can hear you scream "wake up, wake up !!" but there is nothing I can do because I am in a coma. I miss you.
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Somewhere in the back of your head, somewhere in the dark something terrible is growing. It's midnight and you're alone in the woods.

01.26.12

I have my first band practice in a year and a half next week. I'm playing in a sketchy studio with a drummer I've never met in a style that i like but don't really play in.

I hope it goes well...I need SOMETHNG to do with my free time. I have some music ready that I think will work, now need lyrics...lyrics. I hate lyrics

but if the end of the year is the end of everything, I'll think of something