excerpt from the diary of a intoxicated human being.
in this post i'm planning to break the conventional rules of posting in a "professional" environment by presenting my own thoughts and slightly intelligible opinions construced in a intoxicated environment. i find it dif if difficult to find the proper letters on my keyboard. this might take a while.
struggling as fuck to find the post blog button, drunk. drunk. intox-sick-hated. alarm!
shit. man. i don'tknow what to write about. i guess i'll write about the fact that whenever i am drunk i feel like every sound in the universe is beautiful. often when the sounds are out of context with.. well, everything. i wish i had every shitty singer in the world, every michael jackson impersonator, every gathering of junkies with guitars in my room at this moment. a room with huge fucking reverb. epic reverb. like a cathedral, just without the religion part.. i wish they were all right here right now in a room filled with huge reverb so i could gather all their emotions, all their fucked up musings on life itself into a single huge sound. i could cut it to any length i wanted,any length they wanted, maybe a split second. a split second of EVERTHING. a split second of sound containing every single beautiful or horrible, miserable emotion ever compressed. contained. like in a fucking syringe.
oh shit jimi hendrix is on tv. beautiful.
struggling as fuck to find the post blog button, drunk. drunk. intox-sick-hated. alarm!
shit. man. i don'tknow what to write about. i guess i'll write about the fact that whenever i am drunk i feel like every sound in the universe is beautiful. often when the sounds are out of context with.. well, everything. i wish i had every shitty singer in the world, every michael jackson impersonator, every gathering of junkies with guitars in my room at this moment. a room with huge fucking reverb. epic reverb. like a cathedral, just without the religion part.. i wish they were all right here right now in a room filled with huge reverb so i could gather all their emotions, all their fucked up musings on life itself into a single huge sound. i could cut it to any length i wanted,any length they wanted, maybe a split second. a split second of EVERTHING. a split second of sound containing every single beautiful or horrible, miserable emotion ever compressed. contained. like in a fucking syringe.
oh shit jimi hendrix is on tv. beautiful.






