monsvalentine

"there is an idea of a me; some kind of abstraction. but there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. and though i can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... i simply am not there."

Update: Before I added the American Psycho tag, one of you was actually like... "This mother fucker is actually talking about Phil Collins in his journal. What the fuck?"

Nice.

Original entry:

American Psycho...

"Do you like Phil Collins? I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work. Too...
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get over yourself. the "saving the old lady from a burning building" story is a nice resume builder and good for about five minutes of party talk.

but after that, all anyone wants to hear is a good joke.

Berenice... There's no release at all... That's not worth dying for.

boring day. finishing up a legal contract for a band i'll be developing out of dallas. think d'angelo meets spoon.

my brain is done for the day.

so over their corporate bullshit. your independent, but you're so not independent. whatever.

anyway. that's my gloom and doom for the day. word.

was just reading stormy's response to sean in the new issue of spin. why does that not surprise me?

i sleep a sleep.
of wounded sheep.
that jump the fence.
but are too weak.

it's what the devil wanted.
it's what the devil wanted from me.

put your lover to your chest.
put all your fears to rest.
forever, baby.

broken down and hungry for your love.
with no way to feed it.
where are you tonight, child.
you know how much i need it.

too young to hold on.
too old to just break free and run.

sometimes a man gets carried away.
he feels like he should be having his fun.
much too blind to see the damage he's done.
sometimes a man...
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one shot, one beer and a kiss before i go.
one more kiss 'fore i go.
one more night and day.
breath all heavy and slow.
one shot, one beer and a kiss before i go.
i'll miss those nights at the bar.
with every girl all loaded like freights.
and the pain in the morning comes as easy as it goes.
can't find the...
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