This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.
I'm Gish. I guess this is what one can call the remnants of a pre-mid-life crisis. I listen to too much music and read too many books, and it all means nothing. Abrasive, I smoke too much, drink too much coffee and hardly sleep. Alive. Be sure to check out the new links to blogs, photos, music and other sorts of good stuff at the very bottom of the page.
sometimes, I think my writing really has shit for brains. And I only say that because I am actually working on something important to me right now, but my head can't seem to select the correct tense to use, so I am moronically jumping back and forth between tenses.
I had no idea it was this difficult.
*growl*
p.s I have to stop wishing I had connections with people. I think I am really unconnectable. Know what I mean?
I wish I was tired.
Labels: late night, writing