And it's all come to this. 2:30 in the morning alone and I'm listening to a random myspace of a girl whom I've had a crush on since I played at Armadillo's Burritos with AmPm, a couple years ago. I don't even like her. She's just cute. But she writes honest music that I have never heard before.

And this is all after I wrote off all of the 'local' folk, punk, experimental, bullshit that is called music these days.

God

Maggie is tripping on acid for the first time and I feel left out because I have never done it and I feel as though she has been as innocent as me this the whole time.

I'm going to be blunt but...

There is no meaning to life other than to create. Art. Music.

Fucking wear your heart on your sleeve for christ's sake.