I feel empty. Dead on the inside. Like one big stomach-ache. "The New
Poetry" was so great, and I bonded so tightly to the cast and crew that now that my link to them is gone, I'm broken. And I skipped out on the cast party to go perform the sketch I wrote with Eric at Midnight Theater. Which sucked. Our sketch was really funny. And the crowd just wasn't there for sketch comedy. Fuck them. I just feel very... alone.
Now, I once more seek solace in the concentrated bullshit that is an anthropologicized history of pageantry in the Japanese monarchy. I mean, Jesus Christ, how are we supposed to help ourselves, when this is all we have?
Cyalume... Out
Poetry" was so great, and I bonded so tightly to the cast and crew that now that my link to them is gone, I'm broken. And I skipped out on the cast party to go perform the sketch I wrote with Eric at Midnight Theater. Which sucked. Our sketch was really funny. And the crowd just wasn't there for sketch comedy. Fuck them. I just feel very... alone.
Now, I once more seek solace in the concentrated bullshit that is an anthropologicized history of pageantry in the Japanese monarchy. I mean, Jesus Christ, how are we supposed to help ourselves, when this is all we have?
Cyalume... Out
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flux:
Eh, just shove something in my inbox that's not totally retarded within the next week.
al:
Eh, I'll probably give you the deuce... but $15 gets you a shirt!