A couple blogs are interesting to read. It almost makes you feel like you're reading some pointless part of a novel aimed to only associate you with the character.
The view of LA didn't really need all 5 descriptive words did it? We've already seen books talk about prositutes and porn like it's coffee too... 'cept it's not real when it's in a fictional book. And then you realize it's a blog not a book. It's not fun anymore. Do they want you to connect? Is there a connect-o-meter somewhere around here?
Is that why the books write that stuff...because you are that stuff...because it was true for you whether or not you were ever going to read. Because that is where you want to be? You want to have been there and then gone somewhere else? Or stayed there? Just like in the book? Or movies, they always make a point with that stuff.
Ah, the lights, the smell of alcohol in the air. A dark beared man growled to his cup in the corner. A couple shuffled in from the rain. The man had a tinge of grey on his otherwise stark black eyebrows and curly hair, his arm around a lady clad in attire only too formal for her ominous enviroment...
Oh yes, I am sure that is how you think. You and your book mode. Thanks, let's go analyze some stranger's eyebrows and some lady's clothes and make a philisophical discussion on the matter when we return home just so we can blog it. That's why we went to the bar right?
I like talking like that. Shuffled...Ominous....Clad... But realistically...If I am staring that hard at a random stranger...there is something I am not telling you. OR. I am about to tell you and it's just like all those books you read. Which means he's either going to help you find the killer, or get you laid. Dumb.
Which can you do in real life.
You think you're a grown-up now. Congradulations. You don't need to do illegal things. You're not the cool kid with the shrooms in his closet who is just trying to take these things to grow up cause he doesn't have access to the rest. You got your delusions of gradur from the street. It came to you or you went to it. I can, nobody is going to stop me, so I will. I like it, it makes me bigger. If anyone tries to stop me, well, I can just write a blog about it. Because everyone in books and movies is, in truth, distanced from everyone else.
Apathy is god, it's where heros start out. 21st century heros that is. If only hedon sounded better, then you could use it on yourself. Hero from apathy is hero to the common person...all grown-up and without value. All grown up. Mature in your mind. That's all, the other things are just things. As long as you can just keep reinforcing your maturity. Do things adults do.
I'm not really angry.
Just really dissapointed.
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3 comments:
whereeee are youuuuu?
and who went to LA?
Sorry- i was dragged away after th party- but i came back somewhere around 12-1...so WHEEREE ARE Youuuu!
my cousins could be in LA but nobody else i actually know is there atm
I stayed up till around 12:30-12:40 before I was tired enough to go to bed, sorry I missed you :(
who are you talking about then?
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