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Let There Be More Light
Bah, I havn't been feeling quite myself this past week. I just want to stay home and play bass all day until my fingers bleed, but I'm not sick at all. Hell, I can't even fake a sickness. I'm in such good health it's crazy.
Maybe I've talked about this before, but whenever I look in the mirror, the image is kind of weird to me. It's like my residual self-image is so different from what I really look like (Or what the mirror shows). I think of myself...as I used to be. I used to be really funny and energetic and a people person. But lately, it's like I don't know anybody. The Zach I knew would have jumped in the conversation and make a joke and so on. Now I can't stop thinking about things. About anything. I never live anymore, maybe I never used to live, but now it is definitley different. Maybe it's these changes I keep ranting about. Bastardly me. Bah, I hate all of this self-pity....hmmm....I use hyphons a lot...
Jessika, you are so beautiful...
I've been thinking, Sigur Ros writes in hopelandic, so I think I'll just write a poem in gibberish: (It's supposed to be good)
Mercetado des poler
Quin we'iotser rez telvio
Fotra ma y'liodo
Nopa ie leyr noor
Slavente aqersted
Tua blas sio metas
Crey e kil hilte?
Mujeta ner ason
Ulam sit etame
Rez ma liat ador
Qes er liq'uive
Hilte io ber queror...
Making my own language would be cool... well, goodnight...
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