bombs exploding, cats screaming as there sent hurtling through the stratosphere towards more mines and spikes at worst, and barren burnt earth at best.
This is what ripped me out of the slightly de-masucalizing (not sure if that's a word) trance put upon me by "so you think you can dance". I have to be honest, this show had me completely enthralled. To have the afore-mentioned sound rip through that veil, piercing a hole from my psyche to the depths of hell, is earth-shattering. Only an amazingly performed broadway jazz, by a girl with eyes that screamed of carnal pleasure,could soothe the savage beast.
There is no way I could explain this now and not sound like an idiot. and no, I won't tell you to much about the details, it's more fun to get some guesses. Let's see some feedback people!
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
the start of something terrible
So here I find myself at another site, wracking my brain to come up with a creative title (this one is something of a chimera of previous titles but ce la vi).
Why write again? This blog has no intended audience, couldn't even say who, if anyone, i'll give the address out to. So again, why start the process again?
All right, you want the truth? Are you sure you can handle the truth? Meh, I'll give it to you either way. Basically, it's boredom, combined with an inflated ego that makes me feel as though the world requires my rantings. I'm not sure why I feel as though my puerile diatribes were some form of sustenance for the teeming masses, but on the off chance they are it would be terrible of me to deprive them, wouldn't it. Also, to be brutally honest , I indulge in certain mind-altering substances on a semi-regular basis, and the thoughts that run through my head and conversations I have with compatriots may not be the most coherent to emerge from sentient thought, but they are far to interesting to keep to myself.
So pull up a seat, light up a smoke, order a coffee and we'll have a chat. I'll start throwing some things up here in the next few days, and leave me a comment if there's anything in particular you'd like to hear me bitch about. Until then my friends, farewell and fond memories.
Why write again? This blog has no intended audience, couldn't even say who, if anyone, i'll give the address out to. So again, why start the process again?
All right, you want the truth? Are you sure you can handle the truth? Meh, I'll give it to you either way. Basically, it's boredom, combined with an inflated ego that makes me feel as though the world requires my rantings. I'm not sure why I feel as though my puerile diatribes were some form of sustenance for the teeming masses, but on the off chance they are it would be terrible of me to deprive them, wouldn't it. Also, to be brutally honest , I indulge in certain mind-altering substances on a semi-regular basis, and the thoughts that run through my head and conversations I have with compatriots may not be the most coherent to emerge from sentient thought, but they are far to interesting to keep to myself.
So pull up a seat, light up a smoke, order a coffee and we'll have a chat. I'll start throwing some things up here in the next few days, and leave me a comment if there's anything in particular you'd like to hear me bitch about. Until then my friends, farewell and fond memories.
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