This week might be a very interesting one, I can feel it.
Last week, Puerto Rico was so nice...so very nice. I fucking love my country, I am at peace with it. My friends are amazingly interesting people with careers that make anyone else envious and I am so proud of them.
Felt really creative when I was back in this plain fucking place, got... Read More
Making a record is not an easy task by any means, I sit and think and observe and listen, I sit still, I'm maniacal, I go back to stillness yet nothing comes. I guess when you concentrate too much you kill "it"... That's a very X-men way of seeing it.
You only get one chance for the first time, this isn't my first... Read More
I just realized something. All of my favorite Suicide Girls have a lot of physical traits in common. Heehee. You know, a friend once told me that I was only attracted to girls that looked kind of like me. Naaaahhhhh...
I will call you. I have been way too much of a stranger to everyone, and I need to get out of this self-imposed hermit thing.
If you remember tell her Mike from SG said hello.
I am a friend of one of her high school friends and we used to talk on here until she bugged out.
I wish she would come back...
for some reason this made me laugh and think of you
May 10, 2006
On death. Death is a funny thing. It's like magic. We're here. Then poof. We're gone. Imagine what it was like for the first organism to experience death. The amoeba. He must've been like, "Oh shit! Oh shit! I'm... fading away! What the hell is this sensation!? Aaauughhh! Oh Amoeba God, make it stop!" And then, after a fierce protoplasmic death rattle, it's gone. Poof. Magic. Maybe his amoeba buddies gave him a proper burial, dressed him up in a little black outfit and placed him in a tiny casket. Actually, no. They all must've been freaked out. It was the First Death Of Anything Ever. They were probably like, "Dude, what happened to Fred?" as they watched his lifeless single-cell body float off in the primordial ooze, nary a trace of the jubilance and zest for life he once displayed. Maybe they thought it was cool. Maybe they were like, "Wow. Check out Fred. He's all frozen! That's so weird! I want to be dead too! I want to be dead like Fred!" Fred probably started the whole Goth thing. In his wake, he inspired countless other single-cell organisms to be sullen depressives, moping around, wearing little amoeba boots with huge buckles on them, putting on too much mascara and singing Nine Inch Nails songs. So it's all Fred's fault. Fred the Amoeba: Inventor of Goth.
-Tatsuya ishida