Halloween was a surprising success last night. My Jean-Michel Basquiat costume was a spectacular success--I had more than one person walk up to me and ask me if I was who I apparently looked somewhat like.
I'll try and take some pictures.
I did a lot of thinking yesterday, focusing on Matt, Basquiat, and Phil Lynott. I hate myself for the cliche of thinking I identified with them all, hating myself even more for wanting to be them, because it's partly the tragedy that appeals to me, I want the clear definition of adversity bcause the ambiguity of every day life is just too much for me to handle.
It would be preferable to at least suffer for real, because that at least eliminates the guilt for feeling sad or mad or scared.
I've ranted about this before.
I'll try and take some pictures.
I did a lot of thinking yesterday, focusing on Matt, Basquiat, and Phil Lynott. I hate myself for the cliche of thinking I identified with them all, hating myself even more for wanting to be them, because it's partly the tragedy that appeals to me, I want the clear definition of adversity bcause the ambiguity of every day life is just too much for me to handle.
It would be preferable to at least suffer for real, because that at least eliminates the guilt for feeling sad or mad or scared.
I've ranted about this before.
I did really miss everyone for holloween, I sat around and read my book for 4 hours till I was my turn in which I did 20 mins of work and left (at about 4am sat). However, I did get rewarded in a great way
I prolly wont see you and the crew till all this shit is nothing new then I will come out and hit you with kung fu like the shit from the mister John Woo.
Around monday?
[Edited on Nov 01, 2003 9:48PM]