this music reminds me of times gone past, something to do with rain, perhaps a time after rain. it is not an unpleasant memory. i quite enjoy it, but am sad that i no longer feel this way. it is dividing me. i am divided already. i have had so many names it is not funny. dare i list them?, should i be recognised it would be.. catastrophic. a nice ripple in my otherwise now dull life. but could i handle it? could i go back? i dont think so. where did my names come from? one night, a week, an event, a person, a time, a feeling, a book, an object? i want youth. badly. but i cannot have it. this is for you: right now, there is a billion dollar global media campaign, it's sole intention is to convince you you are not good enough. whether it be age-defying miracle creams, lash lengthening mascara, revitalising essential supplements. now, some people never will be good enough (for me), some chicks are too ugly, plenty are too fat, more than plenty are too skinny and most of them are so caught up in believing this media bombardment that i can't be bothered with them. i dont mind a bit of lipstick, (on other people) or mascara or eyeliner or whatever, on occaision. but the females that paint themselves with this crap (and it isnt cheap) everyday just sicken me. i broke some ridiculously small container of something in my moms car and she had a tizzy because it cost 50$ on sale.. it wasnt even a double whiskeys worth. which brings me to my next point, if you are ugly, go and buy some 50$ whiskey, get yourself drunk until you think you're hot, then get someone else too drunk to care. and wham, you're in. and back to me: i have run out of emotion sort of, i am to go back to reading my book and tehn i will sleep, i will wake tomorow and begin this crap again. and i will definately listen to more music, for better or worse. -1955|070605 _R0b