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May 28 2008 - 10:07am
(Quick note: I may re-name the “CHHASAJOB!!!” blog to “Existentialism & The Static Palette”)
The days have been a little more relaxed lately, I’ve just really been laid back lately and it helps. It helps me at work, it helps me put up with Amanda’s crap, and I just feel better. Somewhere between when Kenner joined Heartbrake Heroes (Circa September 07) to now, I’ve forgot to simply relax. Its funny because it was Kenner who I spoke with after the Mama Buzz show that I realized what I had become. I guess, I put to much energy into not liking Kenner that I never listened to what he had to say. It put things into prospective, and I’m learning to try and look at the brightside of things. Even though with Cut-Up Redhead, I’m finding less and less bright things.
The show at Mama Buzz, honestly felt bad. It could’ve gone much better. John didnt bring our mics, Shatto’s mic didnt work for us for some reason, Steve walked out in the middle of the set to get another mic cable, Amanda started playing any song she can think of during Steves absence. So the whole thing was bad. But I see it for what it is, a first show. Though I’m sure Shatto wont be having us back anytime soon.
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Planet Earth Is Strange
The weather has A.D.D, how delicate; yet strong nature is, the absolute strangest are the people who inhabit the planet.
How can one life form contradict them selves so much, and that be considered another day?
How can one life form be paranoid of another country, yet they were the one’s who gave them their weapons?
How can one life form be easily striped of their hope when backed into a corner, and give in to what they fear?
How can one life form be afraid of the right questions, and accepting of the wrong answers?
How can one life form have the majority believe there is only one linear way of living?
How can one life form spend more time hurting each other, than helping?
How can one life form not appreciate the thought of another?
How can one life form have so many questions?
Call me a hippie, radical, over-dramatic, narcissistic, curious, call me what you will.
But humans, don’t make any kind of sense.
