brokenalice

Jacksonville is the most backwards fucking city in the U.S. You can ask a local that has lived there their entire lives where Park St. is at and they'll look at you like you just asked what's the square root of a million. The venue is spectacular, and there is a good turn-out, but no one dresses, even for shows. I'd say about 80% of the people were wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Bile went on first and they were pretty decent... the best part of that band was the guitarist with the dreads down to his ass. Zeromancer isn't my cup of tea... once they started playing their cover of "Send Me An Angel" I had to exit the floor rather abruptly. TKK were only doing remixes of their shit so it was basically a techno set which was rather disappointing. Pigface rocked the house as usual... I rather enjoyed Stainless Steel Providers and Suck... We hung out for awhile and met some band members. We made pretty good time on the ride home. Coming back always seems to go by faster. Anticipation seems to draw out the time like a lover waiting impatiently by the phone...

My night was not ruined with a preoccupation of a certain individual. If anything, it gave it more color. Distance is such a strange concept that someone could be a few thousand miles away, or right around the corner and the effect is the same. I saw someone at the club that reminded me so much of this person I wanted to molest him just to feel a relative closeness. It's possible that I could exhibit more control over my thoughts, as to not have them permeate into my everyday life... but what if I want them to? Daydreaming is a necessary function in life, I say. Is the subject as important as the process? Or is it even moreso? There are times when you should turn off all thinking ability and just flow wherever life takes you. You may be rather surprised with what you find.

It's almost 7 in the morning... I keep my room dark for occasions such as this.