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Get Mental & Tickle My Fancy
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Kurt C. is my God.
My Inspirations/ The Bands That Inspired Me To Start Music :
Nirvana
The Beatles
The Melvins
Mudhoney
Sonic Youth
Pink Floyd
Jane's Addiction
The Pixies
Albert King
SRV
My Favourite Bands (in no particular order):
Nirvana
The Beatles
The Fratellis
Soundgarden
Sonic Youth
Bob Marley
Sublime
Days of the New
Melvins
Mudhoney
AC/DC
Smashing Pumpkins
Avenged Sevenfold
Slipknot
Alice In Chains
Disturbed
The Doors
Foo Fighters
H.I.M.
Iron Maiden
Jimi Hendrix
Stevie Ray Vaughn
Led Zeppelin
Lemon Demon
Marilyn Manson
Mudhoney
The Ramones
Pearl Jam
Seether
Sex Pistols
Underoath
yay music!
*steals your cookies*
Get Mental & Tickle My Fancy
Follow Me on Twitter:
http://www.twitter.com/beachygoodness
EVERYONE CHECK OUT http://www.youtube.com/user/gdholden
Kurt C. is my God.
My Inspirations/ The Bands That Inspired Me...
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TheFriendsInMyHead
Latest Activity
Jun 10, 2008
Date Joined
Jun 10, 2008
About this user
Yea I'm one of those people. Well, not THOSE people, but the other kind.
*Why I Write*
I write to make peace with the things I cannot control.
I write to create red in a world that often appears black and white.
I write to discover.
I write to uncover.
I write to meet my ghosts.
I write to begin a dialogue.
I write to imagine things differently and in imagining things differently perhaps the world will change.
I write to honor beauty.
I write to correspond with my friends.
I write as a daily act of improvisation.
I write because it creates my composure.
I write against power and for democracy.
I write myself out of my nightmares and into my dreams.
I write in solitude born out of community.
I write to the questions that shatter my sleep.
I write to the answers that keep me complacent.
I write to remember.
I write to forget.
I write to the music that opens my heart.
I write to quell the pain.
I write to migrating birds with the hubris of language.
I write as a form of translation.
I write with the patience of melancholy in winter.
I write because it allows me to confront that which I do not know.
I write as an act of faith.
I write as an act of slowness.
I write to record what I love in the face of loss.
I write because it makes me less fearful of death.
I write as an exercise in pure joy.
I write as one who walks on the surface of a frozen river beginning to melt.
I write out of anger and into my passion.
I write from stillness of night anticipating- always anticipating.
I write to listen.
I write out of silence.
I write to soothe the voices shouting inside me, outside me, all around.
I write because of the humor of our condition as humans. I write because I believe in words.
I write because I do not believe in words.
I write because it is a dance with paradox.
I write because you can play on the page like a child left alone in the sand.
I write because it belongs to the force of the moon: high tide, low tide.
I write because it the way I talk long walks.
I write to bow to the wilderness.
I write because it can create a path in darkness.
I write because as a child I spoke a different language.
I write with a knife carving each word through the generosity of trees.
I write because I am not employable.
I write out of inconsistencies.
I write because then I do not have to speak.
I write with the colors of memory.
I write as a witness to what I have seen.
I write as a witness to what I imagine.
I write by grace and grit.
I write out of indigestion.
I write when I am starving.
I write when I am full.
I write to the dead.
I write out of the body.
I write to put food on the table.
I write on the other side of procrastination.
I write for children we never had.
I write for a love of ideas.
I write for the surprise of a beautiful sentence.
I write with the belief of alchemists.
I write knowing I will always fail.
I write knowing words will always fall short.
I write knowing I can be killed by my own words, stabbed by syntax, crucified by both understanding and misunderstanding.
I write out of ignorance.
I write by accident.
I write past the embarrassment of exposure.
I keep writing and suddenly, I am overcome by sheer indulgence, the madness, the meaninglessness, the ridiculousness of this list.
I trust nothing, especially myself, and slide headfirst into the familiar abyss of doubt and humiliation and threaten to push the delete button on my way down, or madly erase each line, pick up the paper and rip it to shreds -and then I realize, it doesn't matter, words are always a gamble, words are splinters of cut glass.
I write because it is dangerous, a bloody risk, like love, to form the words, to say the words, to touch the source, to be touched, to reveal how vulnerable we are, how transient we are.
I write as though I am whispering in the ear of the one I love.
"be yourself, cause people who mind dont matter, and the people who matter dont mind"
"you know you're in love when you cant sleep cause reality is better than your dreams"
-Dr.Seuss
"its better to lose a minute in your life, than to lose your life in a minute" - my granpa (translated, of course)
"its better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you're not"
"its better to burn out than fade away" - Kurt C.
my fave youtubers:
hardleftprod
winekone
mememolly
frezned
charlieissocoollike
sxephil
charlestrippy
nerimon
shaycarl
emosisters4ever
;P
Country
United States
Interests
Guitar, Drums, Bass, basically making music