msjessica's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- with your animal i want to work in bars i feel like drunks are my people. i keep saying 'i'll write'. keep saying, keep thinking that's what i'll do. that i have things to say. when i sit down and try to get to it, i am empty. writing? maybe not. drinking? i can lean back in my chair and throw back half a beer. that i know. stories i hear and thoughts that i think murder, drunk sex, dirty, solitude, secrets and cigarette butts pushed back in top locked drawers. - wish i could just take people. take my idea's of them and put them in the places i want them. that is bowie's warhol i guess. - i am so stolen. - i remember reading this thing in kurt cobains diaries about how he...steals bits of other peoples personalities and make them into his own. i remember dave, from mark/bek brisbane times talking about "psychic vampires" - those two things. a constant. i am no one. i am just a nothing. no personality. no creativity, no excitement just riding on others coat tails, waiting for the next one to feed off, to exhaust - cannibal art. crazy how quickly old habits will come up and bite you on your nose. 11:48 p.m. - 2012-02-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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