sturanium_235

It's summertime, and i am reminded once again of how much i LOVE Outkast. Southernplayalisticadillacmuzic is so fucking fresh i can't handle it.

Still been really busy with all the post production on my friend's film, as well as securing stuff for a video i'm shooting for a great band. this whole summer's been keeping me indoors, in small, dark rooms for too long. it sucks, but i'm doing what i think i love.
fuckin waaah.

this last week my life has strangely been surrounded by pidgeons. there's been a white pidgeon living outside on my fire escape all month, who i call Kingsley. He's always there. Then, a week ago, while smoking a dart in the kitchen, i saw a pidgeon get hit by a car while in midair. it hit the ground, and looked ok, but then started doing front flips all over itself for awhile until it laid on its back and died. it's still out there in the street, squashed, and i look right at it everytime i eat cereal. A couple days ago, i started hearing these weird noises outside the wndow in my room, and opened the blinds to find three pidgeons pecking at the glass for no apperent reason. they wouldn't even respond as i tried to scare them off. Also, earlier today, while riding my bike down Folsom, i saw this crazy asian homeless man, sitting on the sidewalk with his back against the wall laughing histerically while looking right at me, covered in pidgeons.

Alfred was right. they're comming.


anyways. i gotta do somemore writing.

have a good friday folks.
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