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December 2nd, 2009
04:18 am - tick tick tick
insomnia. perfect. blah.
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November 25th, 2009
09:05 am - wallow wallow
Note to self. I must be healing, because this REALLY hurts.
Tried to emerge back into the world and quickly discovered I was not ready.
I'm not going to post publicly for a little while longer, or at least until my writing begins to suck more.
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November 9th, 2009
12:38 am - Hic. Dic. Doc.
Was asleep, am now awake. Huh.
It's time to take a deep breath and climb out of the pit of I've dug myself into.I am the very model of unhealthy on nearly every level, and today is the beginning of the end of that shit, as they say. Texas was lovely in a sort of Coenesque way. Saw approximately 11 people raging from close acquaintances to honest to goodness loved ones / family. You can sort out who you are, god knows I can't. Apologies to any I have disappointed, I am not made of sterner stuff, and my insides are a bit weak from strain at the moment. I do love you all.
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October 28th, 2009
02:05 pm - For the sake of posting
Really not in the mood to take stock of my reality yet. I am alive, I will be at Onicon this weekend.
I have had some reasonable manics and some way to fucking big depressive swings this week.
I will cope. I'm really fucking good at it.
Thank you ebony_sphynx.
My hair is a shiny natural black, like my soul.
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October 24th, 2009
12:10 am - exhausted
one of the toughest weeks I've had in a while, and still not over.
I do have to say, that today was damn surreal. I've had dreams more pedestrian.
Full details after a few nights sleep.
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October 16th, 2009
04:12 pm - 3 stages
There are three deaths.
The first, is when the brain ceases to function.
The second, is when the body is consigned to rest.
The third, is that point in the future when your name is spoken for the last time.
I am not being morbid. Well maybe I am, but not excessively morbid for me.
I just find this thought very well composed and damned do I wish I had composed it.
Here's the link, from a podcast recommended to me by Sam Regal.
http://www.wnyc.org/shows/radiolab/
Show: After Life
Still breathing...
dear god. So much work.
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September 27th, 2009
10:55 pm - The reveal
Sitting, waiting to see whats behind the door. What I can imagine will always be worse then whats really there.
Thus is the essence of horror and for the moment, life.
Somewhat regretting reading that passage of the book of the dead, metaphorically speaking.
Boy, this post even confuses me....
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September 22nd, 2009
01:26 am - Australian for irony
This is not a job.
This is a reality show. I'm being filmed and they're seeing how long it takes before I break and start penetrating my nasal passage with the preamp.
I admit, from the outside it is damned entertaining.
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September 7th, 2009
11:39 pm - The boring bits
Writing posts while in the thrall of contentment is hell. I've had people ask me why people in movies always have problems, or are so fucked up. Why can't we have movies about good people who stay good people and have there shit together?
This is said obviously by a few friends who don't live in Los Angeles, and therefore don't know 60 semi professional writers who could tell them that stories aren't about together people. They can start content, or end content but they can't be there during the actual meat of the matter.
I mean you COULD. You could write anything you want. But you could also take an airplane from Chicago to LAX without flying. Much less danger, a phenomenal waste, and boring as hell.
My point- Is I dislike contentment. As a writer, I find verbs more stimulating than nouns, and find my happiness in the process, not in the result.
I'm working, on what I can not say-
I'm loving, whom I will never truly know-
I'm feeling, something is different and I won't know what it is until it's gone.
How do you feel?
I feel weird.
You always say that.
It's always true. I have yet to feel the same from one day to the next.
30 years plus and counting.
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August 5th, 2009
02:25 pm - post post
The Annual Post Comic Con funk is beginning to fade, and so begins a first step into breaking bad habits...
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July 22nd, 2009
11:18 am - my brain is a fortune cookie
"Striving to be all things to everyone inevitably leads to becoming a disappointment to yourself and those who matter."
.T
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July 3rd, 2009
11:25 pm - Breath
Finished super secret project "skullcandy".
My throat feels like i've been gargling razors, and the bags under my eyes make me look like the tail end of a domestic dispute. Some sleep, and maybe if I can swing it, a few days not saying a GOD DAMNED WORD TO ANYONE next week may do me a world of good.
Probably won't be at expo.
Well, Maybe for an hour or two to say hi. Or at least to wave while making croaking noises.
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June 14th, 2009
04:47 pm - breath
Love life.
Love girlfriend.
love home.
Should probably check Facebook.
Shit.
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May 29th, 2009
May 12th, 2009
03:13 pm - Update 3
Do to circumstances beyond mortal control, Datrium is being postponed.
More info as it is made available.
P.S. Catching up as we speak.
http://datrium.net/
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May 9th, 2009
06:55 pm - Update 2
Also, I'm Looking for dancers for a friend's project. I've sent out a few emails, but If I'm missing anyone, feel free to get in contact with me!
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05:17 pm - Update 1
A friend is hosting a very interesting event in downtown next week
http://datrium.net/
I don't have the slightest idea what this event will look like.
What more could you want?
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April 27th, 2009
06:03 pm
Sometimes, like children in a storybook, we stumble upon hidden gateways to sacred places of the imagination.
A 1971 powder blue dodge left to rust at the bottom of a ravine, planks and rope forming a manic treehouse around the Box Elder that marks the cars final resting place.
A miniature city in the style of the Ventanillas de Otuzco.It was carved anonymously into a cliffside complete with dozens of small twig ladders on a secret beach along the Colorado river.
Lucent Dossier at the Edison Bar on a Wednesday night in Downtown Los Angeles.
Making your way down into the belly of the Edison, you would be greeted by a carnival of performance artists, entertaining a generous mix of local eccentrics and business professionals. The energy and imagination of Lucient seem to burn within the machine that was the Edison, sending it's patrons into fits of delight and imagination, leaving fever pitched dreams of inspiration to linger for days. The Moulin Rouge reborn, It was a guarded secret among it's patrons, fearing the thing may collapse under too much weight, or wilt from improper alchemy in its soil.
Those fears were apparently justified.
Cut short, before ever realizing it's true potential, Lucent Night at the Edison is gone for reasons that remain occult. I and a few friends decided to crawl down to the edison a few Wednesday's ago for a viewing of the corpse. We came to have a drink, say goodbye, and take an evening to meet the show that had come to fill the void.
It was... Imagine the funeral of the world's greatest drag queen, trussed up in ill fitting grey suit with a coffin haircut demanded by a disapproving baptist family. It was farce, the crowd now decidedly thin on eccentric charm, a jazz standard band doing their damnedest to entertain, drowning out any possibly that anybody might actually talk to each other. Old-timey music for a passive vacation crowd, with just a hair of sleaze and vice. In my deepest nightmares its what I imagine heaven to be like, rocking out with my parents friends as they slip one night closer to a retirement of Florida dinner theater.
Finally at twenty till midnight, I and my fellow mourners decided we had had enough. We were too damn young to be resigned to this sort of bar scene. The Edison seems for the moment to be grasping at a museum identity, a window into times long past. But we will always remember that for a brief moment, It was a beautifull fleeting ghost of the future, a far more rare and beautifull view.
A toast to the passing of an almost legend. Better to die young and pretty, I suppose.
Next on executivegoth, by special request -
Happiness.
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February 22nd, 2009
11:20 am - Mental Exodus
Live Journal is changing. I'm noticing that many of us are starting to twitter here. There's a sharp increase in "toothbrush and lunch menu" posts.
People are reading less and writing more, myself included.
I admit it. I am slowly devolving into a lazy voyeur. In an effort to combat this trend I am going to try posting here once a week, barring field trips.
And I'm going to try to write some real posts. Not just a list of activities, or flickering thoughts. Facebook and Myspace are all well and good, but they don't replicate the most important function of Livejournal.
Livejournal is at its core, a place for larger thoughts. It's capable of slow, reasoned parsing of feelings and ideas. Where else can we go for that? Where else online is thoughtfulness and patience a virtue? So lets all try to do our part and slow down. Let's examine ourselves, our lives, our loves. I love hearing about what you do, but I also want to know you. And you are not a twitter.
From Taliesin in exile. Curtains closed, in a comfy bed.
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