So tonight I was about to leave work; as always the last one out; the lights off, the alarm beeping, I realised my keys weren't there - I went back in, punched the numbers and called Steve, fortunately he'll never mention it again.
Four hours later, after listening to Bob Dylan thinking that maybe the cinimatic moments you can pick from songs can't be replicated... what a lonely thought. I can't imagine listening to records and knowing no one will ever share the perspective with me... so I listened to BBC world news instead and stopped off to buy groceries.
I got home to stand out in rain, clouds hiding the last of the moonlight, and after having realised I had no way in (no keys) I stood and stared up at the my parents locked balcony door. In the prescience of more rain I stood there I was ready to admit defeat; instead I got a ladder, and broke in with something I remember from TV. Five minutes later I shed my pants, and started cooking to with as much music as possible (hm, I'm going to have a glass of wine...) - singing as loudly as I could, I realised there is nothing that is infallible, be it door locks, depression, or monuments of behaviour professing a statuesque confidence. Never bank on absolutles infinites or anything else that sounds like it wants to pick a fight with the world at large.
I really like Ben folds, and I like food that incorperates three of my favourite things - curry, pepper, and garlic. (aka my rip off of some chianti pasta or another.), and I love singing, I'm terrible mind - over the past years no one will admit this to me, but we all know it, which is annoying.
I could argue that this is all bad luck, but what the fuck really is luck? From straight perspective, bad luck would be an interruption to status quo (statistically speaking bad things happen way more, so saying it could be good is valid, but somewhat improbable.) Therin, its only bad luck when you believe your targeted by fate - I had a tarot reading once that said if I went for more than I had, I'd be throwing away riches, and a family, but maybe that would just be bad luck - pigeon holed, and dumbed down, so that one night standing under a deck aware that your not trapped but willing to pretend you are, you might be overwraught with designs of fate. As for me, I more think I'm a victim of my self and nothing else.
Anyways I also was wondering if songs seem more cinimatic thanks to movie scores, that they isolate and accent things because songs like that have been used in so many similar places, on t.v. and in movies, that really its an underground desire to plaster the familiar to our own version of typical scenery - and how awful that seems.
p.s. http://www.breathelife.ca
Donate. Seriously, when was the last time you took an active role in trying to save someone?
Four hours later, after listening to Bob Dylan thinking that maybe the cinimatic moments you can pick from songs can't be replicated... what a lonely thought. I can't imagine listening to records and knowing no one will ever share the perspective with me... so I listened to BBC world news instead and stopped off to buy groceries.
I got home to stand out in rain, clouds hiding the last of the moonlight, and after having realised I had no way in (no keys) I stood and stared up at the my parents locked balcony door. In the prescience of more rain I stood there I was ready to admit defeat; instead I got a ladder, and broke in with something I remember from TV. Five minutes later I shed my pants, and started cooking to with as much music as possible (hm, I'm going to have a glass of wine...) - singing as loudly as I could, I realised there is nothing that is infallible, be it door locks, depression, or monuments of behaviour professing a statuesque confidence. Never bank on absolutles infinites or anything else that sounds like it wants to pick a fight with the world at large.
I really like Ben folds, and I like food that incorperates three of my favourite things - curry, pepper, and garlic. (aka my rip off of some chianti pasta or another.), and I love singing, I'm terrible mind - over the past years no one will admit this to me, but we all know it, which is annoying.
I could argue that this is all bad luck, but what the fuck really is luck? From straight perspective, bad luck would be an interruption to status quo (statistically speaking bad things happen way more, so saying it could be good is valid, but somewhat improbable.) Therin, its only bad luck when you believe your targeted by fate - I had a tarot reading once that said if I went for more than I had, I'd be throwing away riches, and a family, but maybe that would just be bad luck - pigeon holed, and dumbed down, so that one night standing under a deck aware that your not trapped but willing to pretend you are, you might be overwraught with designs of fate. As for me, I more think I'm a victim of my self and nothing else.
Anyways I also was wondering if songs seem more cinimatic thanks to movie scores, that they isolate and accent things because songs like that have been used in so many similar places, on t.v. and in movies, that really its an underground desire to plaster the familiar to our own version of typical scenery - and how awful that seems.
p.s. http://www.breathelife.ca
Donate. Seriously, when was the last time you took an active role in trying to save someone?