Alan Hanson: The Fear Strikes At Los Angeles Central Library
This is the first time I’ve been to the Los Angeles Central Library. This is the first time I have been wrecked out of my mind and in public in quite some time. I, an avid cannabis user, am usually accustomed to this. But today, for some reason, I am frightened. I am high school high. I am ‘is…
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FUCK THIS SHIT
I’m going to sleep.
Dig this shit.
Layered guitars whhhaaaat?!
Try a little Tenderness.
Words to live by.
Words to fucking live by.
Just popped off 8 mix CD’s faster than a chronic masturbator.
Awwww yeeeeeeee Office Depot. Awww yeeeeeeee.
Feelin’ Down
I can’t shake an infinite sadness tonight. It’s not angst or loneliness, it’s just kind of a lachrymose. I tried to have a nice cup of coffee earlier, and was just too introspective to actually enjoy myself.
As I write this in the dark I feel cold, yet numb. Not comfortably numb, but I ache as though there is a great adventure I forgot to buy tickets for. I need something, not someone, but something to help me realize, that I actually am going into a new chapter of my life. I need to know that becoming an adult will make things better. Because from what I see, getting older just means you understand how fucked you are better.
Cleaning my room.
To Bill Withers pandora. Like a boss.
This fucking movie is ridiculous. At one point, he attacks Geoffrey Rush and an army of Policemen with two pistols and plate armor. Fucking ridiculous.
