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8/30/08 11:35 am - there are too many art fags in fort myers.

especially the fucking photographer kids. i fucking hate people who think photography as an art is just so deep and moving.

8/19/08 06:12 pm - watchmen may get stopped.

fox is looking to put a halt to zack snyder's, "watchmen."

http://movies.yahoo.com/mv/news/va/20080818/121911997700.html

i'm not sure how to feel...

part of me wants to see it while the other part feels it won't translate properly across the screen...

3/20/08 03:49 pm - KIDS IN THE HALL COMING TO ORLANDO!

http://www.ticketmaster.com/event/22004066B57F5745?artistid=803945&majorcatid=10002&minorcatid=51

who is going with me!? i refuse to miss this show!

1/9/08 06:17 am - I'M MOVING!

i know i don't write in here anymore, say for once a year, but i thought, since most people don't read my blog, and i don't have any other form of communicado, i'd let you all know that i'm putting my house on the market, and am moving to wisconsin.

it's a frightening move, and exciting, and for those curious, i will be in niagara for a little bit, and then i will be moving to green bay.

i'll be having a yard sale soon and i'll write when and where it's happening. i'll be selling a lot of my stuff, so come out. adios!

12/30/07 06:01 pm - another year gone bye, and an actual post in livejournal.

technically it hasn't been a full year since i last wrote, and my goal was to write one post in this thing, once a year, at the beginning of the year, but, fuck me... i cheated.

my life this past year has been up and down like most people in my age bracket, so i assume.

i went back to therapy after two years, and quit going almost as soon as i began.

i started smoking again after an eight month sabbatical, only to quit again... i quit a lot of things this year.

i made an attempt to re-group with the woman i was with this time last year, only to fail in doing so because i realized i'm still very much afraid of commitment, and thus acted like a child.

coheed and cambria released a follow up to good apollo volume one, and i wasn't into it as much as i had hoped i'd be...

i began a blog of my own to document random things in my day and more or less, a forum to spew on about videogames, comics, and movies. dustandsnow.blogspot.com

i gained almost forty pounds. i'm the heaviest i've ever been.

i was the best man in a wedding, and fell for one of the bride's maids, who was from england, only to have her go home, and ignore me.

went back to the movie theater. quit shortly there after. haven't spoken to anyone from there since.

finally got my hands on the bbc version of, "the office," and fell in love with it more than our version.

i turned twenty seven this year, and even though it's not thirty, i still feel like a relic. i never see anyone anymore, and that's of my own doing.

my schedule is this, literally:

-wake up around three in the morning.
-go to work from seven until three thirty.
-come home, hang out with my dog and play videogames/read/watch dvd's until eight thirty, nine.
-fall asleep.
-rinse, repeat.

i'm living paycheck to paycheck, and even though i miss some of you terribly, i know it's better that i keep away from social gatherings, as there's a handful of people i would gladly beat the fuck out of, if i had the right amount of beers in me.

when did live get so boring?

everyone i used to know is either getting married, is married, or having kids. getting old is the worst part of life.

oh, i haven't had sex since january, so... yeah, that's irritating as well.

see you next year? you can keep up with me more on the blog mentioned above. wanna hang out? drop me a line.

brokencopy@yahoo.com

3/5/04 09:49 am - hmmm...

3/4/04 10:58 pm - doug's book signing of latest book, "how to waste an extra $17.50"

the lack luster of tonight was just that. lack-ing. and in a way i'm glad i can finally finish my bitter thoughts, though they'll still stew around, i take comfort in knowing i took money, and more or less just threw it in the trash can. metaphorically speaking that is. but, i'm an asshole.

coheed and cambria was the best band in my opinion this evening.

the crowd was filled with every mall stereotype, really rank b.o., a ton of fucking middle school girls who wouldn't understand what any of the bands were trying to get across if they fucking stapled their lyric sheets on their foreheads, and kids. lots of kids. seriously. like 8 to 10 year old kids.

thursday played a song written for mathew shepard, which was commendable, and in the intro said that it shouldn't matter what we are, we should get along with each other, or something like that, and as the song kicked in, tons of moshers wanting to beat the shit out of each other. point taken.

shane put me in a better mood than i was when and before i arrived at the show. don't know how, but thanks. now, i feel cynical and bitter. how fucking rude can one human being be? answer me that. please.

saw the devil's bitch tonight. from a distance. that was interesting.

AFI really started off good with the opening two songs, both from 'sing the sorrow,' and then they came out with 'days of the phoneix,' and the music was off and they just sucked. and it bummed me out cause i really dig on AFI. but oh well.

all in all it was an ok show, despite the fact i'm going through another cold, and that i got an extra ticket that ended up somewhere else, and the lack of communication with said holder. impersonal? oh well. it's the only way i can get my point across, or at best, give myself some piece of mind knowing i vented.

did get to meet the lead guy for coheed. he was cool. signed my stub.

anyway, shower, climax, kids in the hall season one. fuck you.

3/3/04 04:15 pm - you and your salty, voodoo pork.

john and i will be in attendance tomorrow evening to see 'AFI, thursday, and coheed and cambria.' no 'a static lullaby,' but that's life.

i must admit i'm not as excited about it as i was when i bought the tickets two months ago. the one person i wanted to go with, isn't going. but i have faith in john and am sure that it will be a night to remember. i just wish things were different.

i like your hair black.

3/2/04 03:52 pm - arm's length.

FINALLY GOT 'KIDS IN THE HALL: SEASON 1'! it came in the mail today.... YES!

watched an amazing fucking film called, "thirteen conversations about one thing."

there, i wrote a post that has nothing to do with song lyrics, or my nonsense life. it's not as exciting as guys overseas with their girlfriends, or clubbing, or my crazy family. wow, i'm the reversed version of a bitch.

3/1/04 08:27 pm - HOW TO WRITE A LOVE SONG.

ok, so, an introduction to this.

my good friend back home, jason, has this band called, 'dulcet.'

jason has always been into music, and with the technology of recording, him and his band have recorded countless songs, which, if anyone wants to hear, email me, and i'll make you a sampler.

these songs are fucking amazing. and i'm not just saying that to say it. they really are.

it's kinda 'manson,'-esque, but great. his lyrics, his voice, and the music to back it up are just awesome. i must confess, i've used some of his songs on mix cd's i've made for girls i really dug.

so, a while back, he sent me this email on a kind of term paper he wrote for anyone interested in reading it. it has been sitting in an old email account for three years, and i overlooked it tonight, dwelling on sorrow and past love, and decided to edited it for spelling and grammar, and let your read it.

for you musicians out there, or for any of you hopeless romantics, this might be just what you needed to read. john, i think of you when i read this.



WRITING A LOVE SONG
by: Jay Staton

Writing a love song requires a formula stronger than writing something
just for the sake of making a point (not that making a point is a bad
thing).

When a love song is produced for someone there is an expectation that the writer must have of him/herself, or else the writer will fail to allow the subject of the song hear it. So long as a love song is sincere, one has to consider the following:

LYRICAL CONTENT

This one is a big one.

Too many songs on the radio fall into the catergoy of cheese. They might be catchy for the general drone of a public to hum along to, but you can be sure "From this moment" was targeted at a certain audience for the purpose of money, not winning or sustaining another person's heart.

In a love song it is important to show that you harbor some doubts. Believe it or not, this is what can bring people closer together! For every three positives you need at least one negative. Rambling off compliments doesn't cut it.

"I love you so/ You're my beautiful angel/ Forever I'm with you..." will be less than a flop in the company of a writer who may go on to say, "I love you/ You're all I need to find my way out of hell/ This is my darkest hour/ Fallen, fallen..."

That's just a cheesy example but it would fly better because it exposes more than a desperate attempt to win someone's approval or flatter.

Doubts and negatives in love songs bring about a sense of mystique and sincerity. No one falls head over heels with out questioning the heart. This day in age, people no longer smile at the crowd singing them "Happy Birthday". There must be a balanced approach that covers all bases to truly prick the surface of another's emotion.

CHORDS, SOPHISTICUS

Nothing is shittier than a love song someone wrote while trying to be sophisticated or musically superior to Frank Zappa.

"Honey, did you enjoy that 'A' minor augmented ninth?," isn't going to signify true love.

Take two notes (or chords,) and gently let them carry the melody. Don't play the verses with nearly as much emphasis as the chorus of bridge. That's like trying to hump your dates leg at the resturant upon your first meeting! Ease off, killer... take it slow. Try using a bass and drums and an occasional guitar note that carries through, rather than a handful of distorted power chords. Try using only two unusual notes, not F and C, or C to A.

G to C is acceptable, but try something just as heart wrenching in a key perfectly within your range of singing.

When approaching the chorus, always hesitate. Try a bridge if needed. A good bridge will take the existing two notes and add another one or two, and gradually pick up the feeling. Don't bust your nut just yet. The chords you add should compliment the first two you used.

Going from G to C and adding an Am to a G# might put a damper on things.

Ah, orgasm. The chorus is when you finally break out of your shell and the music can be as bombastic and overbearing as you like. Show yourself naked. A good thing to do is to use the same three or four chords you used on the bridge (if you have a bridge,) and invert them backwards, upside down and inside out. This keeps the song intact and predictable in a good way, at least enough to warm the listener.

WORDS, WORDS

Don't say "fire" and "desire" in the same verse. People really let their ignorance shine when lines like, "I love you so" and "Hold my hand, baby" come into play.

"I want to fuck you so hard" should only be used if you're trying to be funny. When you're trying to let someone know how you feel about them, come down to earth. So you can write music, that doesn't mean you've become Prince Shakespere, "Solah! Solah! Queen of Mine!"

It's okay to mention, "and the beauty never seems to fade/ I wish that we could
run far away"
but remember to use some negatives. (just don't over-do it; "Sometimes you're such a bitch" won't fly)!

WHAT IS THERE TO SAY?

Writing about your heart and your soul is okay if done correctly and in moderation, but beyond that, what can you say in a love song that will catch their attention and keep their interest? Walking by the sandy beach like at your senior prom? NO! Wrong answer, slick. Try something bold like the subject's drug of choice or the fact that a high is involved.

Avoid favorite TV shows but don't be afraid to mention aspects of the persons faith.

Food is a bad one, but the caress that tears you apart is fine enough to feed your eternal hunger. Get the idea?

Face it, she won't give a shit if you bring your favorite football team into it. If she sheds a tear, it's probably made out a plastic baggy.

HOW DO I PRESENT MY WORK OF ART?

Make sure you both have time and phones aren't ringing off and on. You don't need candlelight, but throw in some wine or a mixed drink. Tell him or her you wrote them something that might interest them. You're not proposing, just performing.

Don't be nervouse. Take a valium or drink a few Jack and Cokes. Masturbate first. Whatever it takes.

Don't expect to get laid right afterward.

Playing someone you love a song you wrote for them is a moment in itself, if you add more expections it will show. You'll get laid even for trying! Later... when it's not as obviouse. If it's really unexpected, it could even happen right after, but you know...

If you've got a rotten voice that sounds like a Crocodile's fart backwards with tons of reverb and compression, get someone else to sing for you and don't be afraid to accept help on lyrics if you're in doubt. A true artist or friend won't take credit when you put your heart into something like that for someone.

If you sing great but are rusty at guitar, get someone to help.

If you've mastered it all and need no help, chances are, you've already been laid today for writing songs about the government, and only read this because you harbored doubts secretly.

Good luck. If you deem my methods of "love song writing", try your own. A creative approach is by far the best! But if you want advice and a little guidance and idea of what you're getting into, take it from me. I make people cry tears of love and sentiment. I'm the undiscovored gem of Earthling love songs. Rock on, slick!

3/1/04 04:27 pm - closure.

depression is a really funny thing. it comes and goes, and in the end, it's just another part of life. it's something to deal with, and something to learn from. we all go through it, and that's all there is to it. so, take the break needed, pine for a little while, drink a few shots, smoke some cigarettes, listen to the 'cure,' and 'stabbing westward,' or whatever you may prefer, and then wake up, and have a good day.

went to the fair saturday night, spent some money on rides that were less than mediocre, but had a good time.

spoke to dad the other night. lot of snow up there, and good times. miss that guy.

listening to 'the cure: acoustic hits,' the bonus disc i got with the 'greatest hits,' cd. very good stuff.

lots of things going on that i want to keep to myself, but let's just say, my life, there's never a dull moment. if it's not one thing, it's another. to best put it, manson wrote a lyric line that went:

"when one would end, something else began..."

that just about sums up my life.

but, despite the past, my insecurities, feelings, and misunderstanding, i feel good. there's not enough time in life to hate it or be afraid of it. there just isn't. and sometimes, it's ok to hate and fear, but, just don't dwell in it. like in that flick, 'what dreams may come,' how max von sydow told robin williams, when he went to see his wife in her own hell for suiciders, don't stay in there too long, otherwise the hate, pain, anger, and feeling of loss will consume you and you will become a part of her hell.

just my views. luckily i'm around still to say i've learned great lessons among great things. that's enough for me. sorry if i've been pathetic these past few weeks.

read between the lines...

2/28/04 09:39 am - cigarettes and crowded little rooms.

i got no sleep last night again. so, i filled my time making a rather large mixed collection for someone.

the pain is still there but the course of the night has subdued most of my stupid feelings. i feel small, and weak. but it's not the first time. it probably won't be the last. i'm just feeling really lost.

now i have to get ready for work. then, home again. it's the cycle. i miss november.

2/27/04 11:42 pm - stabbing westward.

i sit in amazement of myself. how pathetic i must seem. it all comes down to me not following through with anything. i clam up, and shut the door.

pain is a funny thing. it lasts. it's how i know i'm alive i guess. or maybe that was from 'the maxx.' i don't remember.

i just wish i knew what to do to rectify the past few weeks to make them back to the way they were a couple of months ago.

chris from 'stabbing westward,' has a new band called 'the dreaming.' they're very much like old 'stabbing westward,' and chris's lyrics are exactly what i need right now.


i keep breaking all the promises
i keep making to my self
you'd think by now i'd be over this
instead i'm feeling sorry for myself
so why does everything seem so desperate now
i should be feeling so alive
but it feels like something's missing
something's wrong somehow
it feels like something
deep inside has died
so why do i feel so desperate now
why do i feel like dying
why do i feel desperate now
why do i feel desperate now
i keep breaking all the promises
i keep making to my self
but the promises mean nothing to me anymore
circling the drain...
spiraling to hell...
so why do i feel so desperate now
why do i feel like dying
why do i feel desperate now
why do i feel desperate now

2/26/04 03:52 pm - tomorrow's just an excuse away...

howard stern has been suspended, and taken off six clear channel stations, bubba the love sponge was fired for indecency on air, and bush wants gay marriages banned. but, god bless america they'll say... fuck them. stupid fucking country. anyone wanna go to france with me?

robert rodrigeuz is in production and has filmed ten minutes, of a co-directed frank miller adaption to 'sin city.' article at: www.aintitcoolnews.com

what else?... oh, bought 'chappelle's show: season one,' last night and laughed, and also got the double disc edition of 're-animator.' the lovecraft cult classic with jeff 'dinosaur bob,' combs. yeah...

hmmm.... been thinking about amy a lot lately. don't really no why, she just popped in my head. i hope i can see her when i help my dad move. providing she's still up there.

speaking of moving, that's been on my mind lately. the thought of moving. i have to spend a year in the house, but after a year, i can option to sell it, and seriously, i have been considering moving to michigan. not living with my parents mind you, but moving to our hometown. i don't know where i'd work, but i'm sure i could get in at the foundry, or work with my dad at the rv lot. with my experience in booth, i'm sure i could get a projectionist job at the local eight plex theater there. if not, i'll settle for box or usher. i don't know. it's all up in the air, but i would like to move. this town has finally gotten the better of me.

i guess when it comes down to it, here, i'm not happy anymore. skip was right, this place just sucks the creativity out of you, and that's how i feel. but that's not the only reason. i really miss my dad a lot. and when my mom goes, it's gonna be even more difficult. it's not that i'm some faggy dude who clings to his parents sides, it's just that i've spent 24 years of my life with them, and in all honesty, i don't want to be this far apart from them. i love and value my parents, and if that makes me gay or whatever, then let me strap my knee pads on, and start sucking.

it all comes down to what makes you happy in life, and aside from the few people in my life right now who i would call 'friends,' nothing in this town has much feeling anymore. i just want to be closer to family. they matter to me the most. it took me a while to realize that, and for the past few months, i've been stupid to that notion.

but, enough sappy, sad shit. i'm here for at least another year or so. i'll see what happens between here and there.



Watching your house shrink away in my rear-view mirror
as I drive away
wishing that I could take back all those words
that meant nothing that I didn't say

I'm trying
to be what you want me to be
but it's so damn hard to keep playing the part
of the fool, week after week

I think you need some time alone (I think you need some time alone)
you say you want someone to call your own
open your eyes, you can suck in your pride
you can live your life all on your own

Is this all going to be just another time
that we play this game?
I've tried to convince you that things could be different
but somehow they end up the same

But what
did you expect from me? What am I supposed to do?
you say that you're starting to feel like you're getting lost
well, I do too

I don't wanna live this lie again (I don't wanna live this lie again)
I know I'll get it right but I don't know when
I'll open my eyes, I've got something in side
I'll just jack off in my room until then

2/26/04 05:11 am - face it.

everything around me is falling apart. i hear 'taps,' in the background. here's to what it all was.

2/24/04 11:16 pm - adam sometimes.

i do feel stupid. nothing more painful than a big "fuck you," to your personality, and the way you feel.

i never meant to be a dick. i never meant to come out the bad guy. i know i say stupid things, and i know i wear my heart on my sleeve, but i can't help it. that's just me being me.

someone wise told me, 'you're just following your heart.' my reply, "my heart has shit for brains." maybe they do, maybe they don't... maybe i just watch too many john cusack movies.

i don't know why i'm writing this. i don't even know why i'm thinking this. maybe i just bit off more than i can chew, and i can't back up my bullshit.

so what? who cares?

i'm gonna fall asleep and hope tomorrow won't be so bad. if there is a god, prove it. if there is second chances, i want to see them. if there is a purpose, please, show me. if i fucked up, tell me. i'm falling down. this is the worst part of the story.

2/24/04 03:51 pm - and there was me.

you know, sometimes, i wish i didn't feel so stupid. i feel so down and low. i don't really know why, but i feel absent of all feelings and thoughts. my stomach is turning, and what for?

i made a good/dumb decision last night. i ordered 'kids in the hall: season one,' dvd set from comedy central. i feel dumb for how much i spent, and i only hope people want to get together to watch it in a group. i'm thinking cape, skyline and 8th... maybe?

i really miss my dad. it's only been two days, but it hurts not having him around. i never thought i'd say that. but, i do miss the guy. there's a void where he should be.

sometimes, i sit in front of this screen, trying to think of what to write, what to share, who i'm really trying to talk to, and yet i draw a blank on all acounts. i'm fickled as to what all this is for.

there is so much i want to share and write, and in the end, i find a way to let it out in less than subtle ways sometimes. i guess i just wish things were different.

i wish i wasn't such a "guy." i wish i could have made different choices. i wish i would have take different actions. i wish i would've kept my mouth shut. i wish i could take back all the damage to everything i've ever shit on in my life. i wish i could go back to the beginning of things. i wish my father would have never moved us to florida.

i hate being in "hermit mode," as john put it. but there's not much else to do. everyone is busy with their own things, and i understand that. i just hate going home, especially now that dad's no longer there. i think i need to spend more time with my mother for the remainder of her three months here.

i don't know.

i say dumb things, but really, fuck it all if it wasn't time well spent. i have no regrets... just wish i could have changed things for the better. that's all.

as black as the night can get
everything is safer now
there's always a way to forget
once you learn to find a way how

in the blur of serenity
where did everything get lost?
the flowers of naivete
buried in a layer of frost

the smell of sunshine
i remember sometimes

thought he had it all before they called his bluff
found out that his skin just wasn't thick enough
wanted to go back to how it was before
thougt he lost everything
then he lost a whole lot more

a fools devotion
swallowed up in empty space
the tears of regret
frozen to the side of his face

the smell of sunshine
i remember sometimes

i've done all i can do
could i please come with you?
sweet smell of sunshine
i remember sometimes

2/23/04 07:37 pm - the city that day.

got a lot of sleep today. a good thing.

dld a lot of acoustic matt skiba and alkaline trio. good stuff.

hung out with john briefly last night. was good. he hooked me up with an amazing copy of 'evergreen terrace's new cover album. so fucking good.

my head hurts a bit. mom made me lemon-lime kool-aid. ordered papa johns. watched some movies. played some games. downloaded some episodes of 'the brakk show,' and 'home movies.'

pretty pathetic huh?

Weak Week
Weak Weak. You don't make much sense, but basically
you mean that life sucks. All this time we
spend is a wasted day. You're kind of into
fantasy, fantasy of not living anymore, but
pretending you are. Or maybe it's not really a
fantasy?


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2/23/04 12:23 pm - i woke up, and i had an earring in my ear.... weird.

'the passion of the christ,' was one of the most amazing, grizzly, bloody adaptions of the crucifixtions i have ever seen. it was an amazing film. everything about it from the score to the cinematography. go and see it.

2/22/04 04:31 pm - the day thus far...

dad's gone, and i didn't cry like i thought i would. i got misty, but it was ok. church on the other hand, was not.

the prime reason i hate church, is that they all have an opinion on how you're supposed to live. this one was no different. they underlined the problems with homosexuality, talked about how comedy central is the devil because on an episode of 'tough crowd with colin quinn,' one of the guests said, 'to hell with christ.' he spoke of the uproar of 'the passion of the christ,' and how no one thinks twice when we see the 'gays,' in tv or film, but a movie about christ's death, and we all go nuts. apparently, we're not afraid of god. i never thought we were supposed to be.

i like how in all church's they refer to it as the house of the 'lord.' how many fucking houses' does he got? does he have any condos or vacation retreats in the tropical countries? it was torture to say the least.

after dad left, mom and i went and got my left lobe pierced. was ok, and looks ok. throbs a little, but i'm still alive.

bought 'interview with the vampire,' on dvd, and got some lemon-lime kool-aid.

i miss my dad though.
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