Wednesday Oct 20, 2004

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End the charade.

You are too good for me
The worthless envelope, no letter inside
I cant hide behind myself anymore
I lost this feeling so long ago
My memory is clouded
And I am empty now

End the pain.

I dont want to hurt you
I cant bear for you to break me
The glass in my heart shatters
Too quickly, too easily
I cant make you see that, feel that
Blackness, weariness

End the cycle.

It will be over soon
And youll never remember me
My existence blurs with the lines of reality
And time heals all gaping wounds
The truth is I cant save you
The truth is you dont want me to

The Ending.


I'm having troubles today.
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I skipped school. But for a good reason... but still, I always feel guilty.

I hate the heavy heart-feeling. It sucks a lot. Boooooooo.

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theseadog:
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I'm sorry about your troubles. Boo for the heavy hearted feeling. And boo for the troubles. And boo for Jean Claude Van Dam. That guy annoys me.

I've done plenty of no budget shorts. And I forsee plenty more coming my way. But those are the ones that hone your skills and nurture your imagination. Where else can you find something as magnificent as the good ol' shopping cart dolly?
theseadog:
Yeah, when my buddy was in school, I was still in the military, but I came up to help him out on weekends. They had no budget, but lots of ameneties like, dollies, a soundstage, XL1s, deals with Deluxe if you wanted to shoot on film, etc. Its when you finish film school that you find things like shopping cart dollies, and when people on those shows say "crane shot" what they really mean is a jib so small, that you'd get the same effect by going handheld while standing on an apple box.

That's when you have to tell yourself, "Thank god I love this job." biggrin

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