so yesterday

was slightly uneventful, but all around interesting

writer's convention:
black. tel. reincarneto.
I entered in with ambitions melting, each step futher reminded me of taking a step back. closer into the artificially lit rooms with unattractive carpet, that depressed any buisness man. chairs of fiber were seen about with tables with cheap coverings on top. Why did it have to be all black?
it was pathetic, all the books were either about jesus or black women in america. Then to defuse the integrity even more, they had booths promoting new juices such as "+plus juice". The only thing remotely interesing that wasn't getting horribly raped by the incompetence in everybody there were these sculptures of african people that were well painted.
I thought of a script idea, or futher developed it while i was there. It's called reincarneto, and it will have a scene with a black church. That is all i can leave for now.

equipment
off to see the simon
i go to pick up equipment for the sunday dailies. At first i slyly go to the humanities center were it has been incidentally everytime i come and they say they were in barnum hall. Well for once, they were actually in barnum hall. So i trek down the misleadingly elevated path and on the way, o me o my, it was the tine man, and lolly pop ganster and two munchkins. We laughed and talked about old navy super ops.
When I reached the beautiful barnum city, i talked to the mighty wizard, doctor ford. He gave his assistant a key to the humanties center, were the equipment actually was, and i hot ballooned my way there.
I knocked and knocked again until they opened and i retrived my supplies. My dad was awaiting my return in the car.
I wasn't in kansas anymore.

black heart procession
It was super keen hangin out with david and alison, although i can imagine myself being incredibly annoying to the both of them.
It's so incredibly fulfilling to watch a couple almost so perfectly syncronized in any romantic way. Everything abouut them seems so "meant to be", the silence is to ungodly to put into words but the passionate security within them is mesmerisizing. I took two bathroom breaks.
The event started with the bartenders bible, a somewhat blu-grassy pseudo trucker band, that if i was a trucker, would generally like. They had a cello, a brazilian style song, and a hard but soft like porcelain voice what more can anything ask for. Not particulary my cup of tea. the second band whose name i forget, i liked more than the previous (they also had an eight song set). The singer was the most interesting part for me. With a modesty like no other a single toned spaced lyric came out from his mouth. They used a synthesizer too much though which always bugs me for some reason.
the black heart procession were great for the first time of heard them, I can't remember much, but i remember how deeply touced i was by one of their songs. I don't know i seem to be getting very touchy all of a sudden. Of course i can't possible shed a single morsel of emotion, ever.
We left because we were tired and our legs hurt, during a really good song. It was really good. Oh well, his father like a valet pulled up and drove home a silent road of tiresomeness and blockbuster neon lights.

home
sleep. beep. creep. shot.

this post could have been better. Sorry for the mediocracy.

posted by Justin at 11:51 AM