ikilledpinky

cigarettes and open air, hand in hand

my mind has done the perverbial flatline. i feel no real reason to think or do anything at all

there's something in the air tonight

1:56 am 8/2/2003

on this day in 1980, i came screaming out of my mothers bloody womb.

happybirthday to me.

so one day i just said fuck 'em. Fuck fish.

i love shooting things on film so much. stills or motion, film has so much more essence to it. i jut shot pickups for a music video on super 16 and to stroke my own ego, i go some fucking killer shit, i surprised even mself, plus for the nerds, i shot 500 at 800 but pushed 2 stops, oh the grain, oh the contrast,...
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i need some love

time to sit on my ass for a good week and a half and do absolutley nothing

in my perfect world, i could croon obscentities but my voice is so good, too good even, that it makes peoples ears melt. and i rock the mother of all pompadors. tonight i am going to rock. and i say rock in the true meaning of the word. Whatever makes you throw up the metal sign and say 'rock!' i am going to do it.

my arms are tired and i got another parking ticket. work all week from sunup to sundown. this time, she's dutch.

this is how my week is feeling and its only monday

so last night i was all stoked to go see peru spin right, since 35 was talkin shit, then i get a call to go and meet Hubert Selby, Jr. and have dinner with him and then film him doing a few readings at Cinescape, theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen I get another call 15 minutes later, from this guy I know that says the David Mammet film he's...
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if ive said it once, i said it 3 times in the past week. They ARE NOT baked and they DO NOT taste like boston. Yet people still eat them, when will we learn?

you cant quit me beacuse i quit you

you can turn the other cheek, just don't turn the other way

i find myself falling in love atleast once a day