stylized violence

Once again thank you all that read and enjoy my site. It means a lot to me, for my vicious conscience is so cruel to me. But you give me the self-esteem that i so desperately need, so once again thank you.

santa ana winds:
suicide. dry. eerie.
the warm jets of violent air cascade beyond my shoulders. The Spark by The Flaming Lips intensifies as it syncs with the blows and my simple walk home becomes a battle of self discovery. With each furious clash i step lightly ahead as groans, whispers, and drums rattle my senses. Inspiration has activated and i just realized things of wonder for a milli-second in this strange world we share.
Depressing are these winds. They blow without conscience or care. They bring things of deep depression which ultimately result and suicide. Weird does not even begin describe the forces within and the feelings felt.
All of this made me think of film (as eventually everything does). It seems like either a David Lynch type story or suprisingly a Stephen King type novel. If I were to make something out of the phenomenon i would try to fit it into my television show idea Diner, which is already too difficult to explain. But if had the right director and the right screenplay it would make one hell of a film.

thankgiving
television. phone. fight.
We started the journey to San Diego on the road, where i rode with my religiously eccentric uncle. He let me play some of my music and said he liked it so it turned out good. besides everyone who likes music has to like Television.
The hotel awfully peculiar. The lobby was on the twelve floor and parking was on the eleventh. Our room was on the top resulting it to be a suite with a cordless phone and a shower and bath tub seperated. Despite i had to share a bed it was very nice. So many one way roads.
The dinner was exceptional and my cousin was playing videogames on my family friends X-box. They rented Run Lola Run which is one of my favorite films of all time but it didn't get time to grace across the screen. oh well.
My sister and her boyfriend got in a fight
I saw The Friday After Next. Please don't ever remind me of the tragedy, given it wasn't incredibly horrible, i didn't want to see it.
We ended up coming home without my sister with two cars. Wacky ain't it?

zine
"Hey David"
"I wanna make a magazine"
And with those words i couldn't have been more excited. Finally we might get this thing off the ground and make something. He also said some other people might want to work on it, and the more the merrier.
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the rest
otearai. business. NYU. expensive.

I don't hate my life any longer.
posted by Justin at 12:57 PM