I went to the catalyst on friday and saw the swingin utters play. I found out when I was there that the suicide girls will be performing there next week with courtny love. Aside from wanting to kill cournty love, I'd so rather have gone on that nite. I fear I don't have the money or transportation to head out to santa cruize again this month. The utters were crap. I gues I've grown out of street punk. I actually got to go to the after party because a girl I was with has big boobs. That was a disapointment as well. To think some kids would have given anything to be at that party makes me feel guilty for not liking it. I think I was a bit distracted anyways. I keep getting sicker and sicker, but not telling anyone because I don't want to be stuck in the house or hospital again. If I'm going to die, I'm gunna die at a show or having sex or trippin out of my mind on some mushrooms, not in a hospital bed. Fuck that. K, here I wrote this while at the catalyst. This little prayer used to scare the shit out of me when I was a kid, so I rewrote it as follows:
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord to finally reap
If I wake before my death
I pray the lord to take my breath
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord to finally reap
If I wake before my death
I pray the lord to take my breath
forsaken_faith:
Hey I agree with you about not wanting to die in a hospital bed. I have seizures and they tell me if I have another Grand Mal seizure that it will probably turn me into a vegetable or kill me. SO I would rather die with pleasure and a smile on my face. I like the revised prayer. Morbid and to the point. Very nice! 