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armageddon's mother
2002-08-23 ::: 3:07 a.m.
it's just after three. i told myself this wasn't going to happen. I was going to go to bed at a reasonable hour. HELL NO... I'm a moron. feck.oh. wonderful. i am home again. smelling like smoke, that vile defiler of olefactory senses. ARGH. Such is the price one must pay to hang out with friends who think the ideal suicide is to slowly destroy their only way of obtaining oxygen. (i had the most amazing thought that strung together about this earlier this evening, but now that my brain has refused to function any longer....) It's totally painless, but won't be so later on, but "by then we'll have a cure for lung cancer" dude, that's gotta be the most ridiculous argument ever. (i had the most amazing thought...... dammmmit. i'm very upset. it was perfect. well structured.... i should have written it down) I was at omega tonight. (yes, this is situational journaling. i said i wasn't going to do it, but then again i told myself i was going to bed at a reasonable hour....) looks like i'm gonna be a bandwhore. hehehe. i hate bandwhoring, but in this case, it is good. The second band would be a post-rock band, very similar to Godspeed you Black Emperor.... so fucking excited. now i really think i should buy the seven string guitar... and i have so many ideas. my head just fell off again. i really need to find the stairs and get to bed.....blah oh, and i think a great name for a post-rock band would be armageddon's mother. yup.
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