private messages and my own writings I've been havin' a look at. All stoof from my WACKY 'ol brain. and other peoples brains
"Like when I watch some stupid late night superbowl game, and its live, well that just kills me. I see some guy in the background bite into a hotdog and I think "I didn't even know that guy existed until RIGHT now. He is biting into a hotdog and he has no idea I have knowledge of that"." - me
"So I guess you play alternative country rock with some sixties psychedelic trance mixed with two step break beatz progressive death metal folk-pop-punk latino garage house tent table?" -me
"I wonder if these boys know this, that there are girls out there that think they are totally adorable and love that they're these geek frail things. I hope one day I get the guts to tell one of them how I feel." - knot me
"Movies for the holidays
Dazed and confused
A clockwork orange
andy warhol t shirt – silver clouds picture and underneath ‘warhol’ in red bold
“vest” shirt – diamond prints across t shirt
outline of button up shirt" - never did any of this.
"I have no acting range. I play a guy who lives in New York. The two things that I can play is the intellectual guy – because of the way I look, or the low life – because of the way I am.I can pass as an intellectual, because I have my glasses. I come from the streets of brooklyn, im not educated, im more of a guy that’s at home drinking a beer watching his television set" - some woody allen quote
"In the midnight moonlight I'll be walking a long and lonely mile.
And every time I do, I keep seeing this picture of you.
Here's comes my baby, here she comes now,
And it comes as no surprise to me, with another guy.
Here's comes my baby, here she comes now,
Walking with a love, with a love that's all so fine,
Never could be mine, no matter how I try." - cat stevens lyrics
the stranger-albert camus.
Norwegian Wood" by Haruki Murakami.
Perfume - Patrick Suskind
The Handmaids Tale - Margaret Atwood
The Picture Of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde
The Plague - Albert Camus
Crime And Punishment - Dostoyevsky
Frankenstein - Mary Shelley
The Collector - John Fowles" I've read one of these books since I made that list months ago.
"Idea for a t shirt : "Ironic T-shirt" "
"So I saw The Strokes, finally. Twice in two days. Their sideshow in Sydney, last Wednesday night, was fucking awesome. I'm so glad I got to go. Read on dudes!
They played with KOL (who I'm a big fan of : ) ) and The Mess Hall.
It was pretty wild - I think most people hadn't seen them before, so when they came out, it was just like fuck, they exist.
Later, when I saw The Flaming Lips (who were just awesome) I noticed Albert on the side of the stage watching them, he was being so cute, you shoulda seen him. He was with Cedric from The Mars Volta, and they were just chatting and he was giggling and walking around and stuff. A bit later I thought I saw this blonde chick come up and kiss him, but it was actually Drew coming up to give Fab a huge kiss. They looked reallly happy!
It was surreal.. and weird. There's a big buzz about Drew being out here for the big days out. Lots of cameras following her around and stuff.
At the end of the flips show, they all went backstage again, and Fab literally walked out on stage in order to get back stage again, staring doggedly into the crowd, then dispearing along with alb and drew.
And that was the last I saw of them." - bdo notes from this year
"I bought a Sonic Youth ticket for myself. I plan to stay in Sydney alone, for a couple of nights, and just hang out.
I might see Elephant when I'm down there.
Did I tell you teenage delinquints have moved into my street at dad's place?
They seem to hang out there friday and saturday nights.. they sit and drink on our drive-way, calling each other slags and cunts.
This one girl started a fight with another girl on Friday night, and aparently bashed her head into the pavement. An ambulance came and everything.
Tonight, when I was pouring a coke into a schooner glass I'd found in the cupboard, Dad asked if I'd brought that home one night.
Shit, I thought.
Who can fucking remember.
Then I hear my stepmum calling from the other room.
"I found it out on our front driveway. Don't worry, it's been put through the dishwasher."
I hastily poured the coke into another glass - a non teenage deliquint glass. They'd left it out there, as some sort of message. "We're taking over your driveway at night" kind of message.
Christ, I could use that driveway at night time. But not anymore. There goes all my dreams of late night hand-ball tournaments, just like that. " - pm to a perth kid
"I remember being extremely vacant on New Year’s day, wet and isolated with fear.
Wondering if I did anything stupid last night.
I never did anything too stupid." - beginning of a very depressing/ teenage emo short story on my new years night.
Hmm, this is all very interesting.