I hate this place.So i went out with this guy i know named spider for a drink. a few of his friends went along because it was something to do.. now spider is a young kid, well traveled, intellignt, but young..so his friends are young to...they don't have spiders merits...after an hour or so of talking exclusivly with spider about our seperate surfing experiances...some 16 year old git stormed in ( god knows how she got into the place) and started bitching at this guy named Patric...something about how he was cheating on her with some other moronic baby...she needed to feel validated in her anger so she forced the other people around to join in defending her and acusing him...even tried to get me involved..although she had never even seen me before 5 minutes ago...her screeching killing whatever buzz i was working hard on keeping..i started yelling...at her...at them...at everything...i don't even remember what i was saying...only that spider was laughing as he told me he was out. I demanded that this little shit to shut the fuck up or take it somewhere i coudn't hear it...now you must understand..i don't like confrontation..don't see the point in it..at least not when they are not listening..so it's fairly out of character for me to be yelling at all, let alone at someone..i downed my drink and left...on the way home i grew more and more discusted with the city. it's people, it's lack of creativity, even it's fucking street lights. I hate it here so much i can hardly breath...
Back home i started to realy look for a job, as aposed to half- heartedly looking for one....because i want the money to leave now...to go back home where at least the ocean is there to keep me sane. Where people are still shitheads but at the very fucking least they look better, and have better drugs. so here i sit...looking for a job i am going to hate, in a city i want to demolish....God i want a smoke...
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we'll hope it's not for nothing
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Men die for their religions - love is my religion - i could die for that
Guthrie
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"Don't follow in my footsteps, I run into walls."
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Who wouldnt be the one you love,
Who wouldnt stand inside your love,
Who wouldnt be there to take the pain.
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And if you have spare time I have other writings in my gallery :]
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Dictum sapienti sat est.
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Hello.
Thanks for the reviews! As always, they were much appreciated. I'll try and 'hip' up my visual art. (Ow... my pride)
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"Don't follow in my footsteps, I run into walls."
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i was sent to you by your friend Praecox. i told her i wanted to be a surf journalist and she said i should talk to you, so here i am. im going to check out your gallery now
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[iF pAiNtInG cAn Be As ViOleNt As FuCkInG . LiKe aN oRgAsM oR An EjAcUlAtIoN . tHe ReSuLt Is OfTeN dIsApPoInTiNg . bUt ThE pRoCeSs iS hIgHlY eXcItInG]
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