Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Music and Sex

"Music is like sex, if you play...you get really sweaty, use a lot of energy, loose yourself in the rhythm, it helps when there are other around...and if you hit that sweet note few things in life matter at that moment."

Sunday, August 28, 2011

The Closing Lines of an Essay I wrote in collage

"Society isn't all mindless zombies coerced into believing that just because it's printed, broadcast, or playing at your local theater that it's fact, and not an artistic or scientific representation filtered through the minds of relatively intelligent human beings, who are also capable of individual thoughts, to be seen by the average society."

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Hope.

...is a useless crutch that old men cling to like fools. Real men have lost real things in their lives. It makes their souls like leather. Hard-work, patience, and a steady understanding of the world is all that's ever needed for success. And putting food on the table and having one good friend is a bounty more than most so be grateful in spades if you have more than that.