check your smile.

Someday very soon something with actual substance will appear on this page.

But not today. Skip the rest.

I'm typing properly again. I have made that decision. It is mine alone.

-interruption-

What do you expect to accomplish through this? You missed the point.

(check hallway for unexpected guests)
(stop at mirror and fix hair)

Most have had something to say about it. They run their mouths on and on, blathering about things that everyone understands on a basic level in the most uncomfortable way. I wouldn't stop you.

dis·en·gage [dis-en-geyj]
–verb (used with object)
1. to release from attachment or connection; loosen; unfasten: to disengage a clutch.
2. to free (oneself) from an engagement, pledge, obligation, etc.: He accepted the invitation, but was later forced to disengage himself.
3. Military. to break off action with (an enemy).
–verb (used without object)
4. to become disengaged; free oneself.

Excuse me, is it true what they say?

Positive reinforcement. Don't worry.

Check your smile.

drifting/capitol of the world (version 3.5)

the silence is unnerving.

and this will not work.

it was more or less the same.

heads caught in the escalator.

i want a pair of 3D glasses.

all the above.


listen, there may be men in space. that's fine with me. however, i have little interest in participating now.

why don't you just fax it to me?

make the rain clouds go away.

the fox and the hound.

it never ceases to fascinate me how often some people associate music with the purpose of expressing exclusively positive emotions. fascinate isn't the appropriate word, but I have not slept and my vocabulary is failing me. after my set last night, i was approached by a man who went on for some time about how my music was too upsetting. he felt as though it was more important I force myself to write "happy" songs rather than let it all happen naturally. he went as far to suggest I have someone dance on stage with me. a dancer might be a brilliant suggestion. i'm not a particularly negative person. i have always felt that music, regardless of the emotion conveyed, is an uplifting experience. that's the whole fucking point. it's not a product. it shouldn't be treated as such, and it's probably a bad idea for me to get into a situation with people who feel otherwise. end.

i could go on more, but that first paragraph is obnoxious and pretentious enough for one entry.

i might just delete this later. it's not very well thought out.

i'm recording an album about fairy tales and rabbits. it's still not finished. most of the lyrics explore the ten thousand reasons why disney movies would make me cry if i were to watch them. it's color is orange, and it's number is two.

maybe it will be online someday soon.

over and out.