Fuck this noise....
Apr. 26th, 2002 03:04 amWayne Static - [Not Meant For Me]--- i'm tired. was awake for 20 hours, yesterday. Nearly the same now. i'm tired. People around my house are bitching and moaning, like it's going out of style. (David Draiman - [Forsaken]) Yeah, shit's going to hell, but for fuck's sake people, deal. Don't fall apart. Heh. "The Centre cannot hold." Thank you Yeats.
i'm fucking tired (again) of people bitching incesantly (again) about things which they could very easily change (again). (Chester Bennington - [System]). i have more important things to deal with, right now, than your pissy mood, and your ambient negativity toward my trying to get my shit accomplished. There are papers, and people, and relationships, and, Ultimately, Messages. If you are not willing to talk to me like a civilised creature, and give me the parameters of your fucking message, then don't expect me to treat you well, when i take it. Give the message, plainly and simply. You don't like something? Don't be around it? That conflicts with something else that you do like? Then you better fucking figure out a way to compromise the two things. This is getting fucking ridiculous.
Deftones - [Change (In the House of Flies)]--- i had some fucked up and less than totally important dreams last nyte. Except for one part where my friend Patrick was Neil Gaiman. Theywere separate, but they were the same. He/They called Ravens ugly, and i refuted that argument. i got too little sleep. i shouldn't have slept. But i did sleep, so i should have slept. Now i know. And knowing is half the battle. G.I. Joe. Ramble, ramble, ramble, yadda yadda yadda, blah-de fucking blah.
And what else? Letting go. Have learned the detached attachment thing, but it has brought with it the knowledge that i am, at core, a very.... Me. What ever you get from me, in any of my moods, that is what i am, always and all at once, in my deepest core. This is... fitting, and True, and Yes, but it is also something that will take some getting used to. i have not Fully known myself, in too long a tyme.
Marilyn Manson - [Redeemer]--- There is so much to do. Messages to deliver. Papers to write. Things to teach, and to tell. They aren't different things, really.... i'm going to go, now....
Good Nytes. Good Days. Dream Well
i'm fucking tired (again) of people bitching incesantly (again) about things which they could very easily change (again). (Chester Bennington - [System]). i have more important things to deal with, right now, than your pissy mood, and your ambient negativity toward my trying to get my shit accomplished. There are papers, and people, and relationships, and, Ultimately, Messages. If you are not willing to talk to me like a civilised creature, and give me the parameters of your fucking message, then don't expect me to treat you well, when i take it. Give the message, plainly and simply. You don't like something? Don't be around it? That conflicts with something else that you do like? Then you better fucking figure out a way to compromise the two things. This is getting fucking ridiculous.
Deftones - [Change (In the House of Flies)]--- i had some fucked up and less than totally important dreams last nyte. Except for one part where my friend Patrick was Neil Gaiman. Theywere separate, but they were the same. He/They called Ravens ugly, and i refuted that argument. i got too little sleep. i shouldn't have slept. But i did sleep, so i should have slept. Now i know. And knowing is half the battle. G.I. Joe. Ramble, ramble, ramble, yadda yadda yadda, blah-de fucking blah.
And what else? Letting go. Have learned the detached attachment thing, but it has brought with it the knowledge that i am, at core, a very.... Me. What ever you get from me, in any of my moods, that is what i am, always and all at once, in my deepest core. This is... fitting, and True, and Yes, but it is also something that will take some getting used to. i have not Fully known myself, in too long a tyme.
Marilyn Manson - [Redeemer]--- There is so much to do. Messages to deliver. Papers to write. Things to teach, and to tell. They aren't different things, really.... i'm going to go, now....
Good Nytes. Good Days. Dream Well