Just Add Alcohol

I read somewhere that Elliot Smith used to 'get inspiration in bars'. I'm confused as to whether that means he gets inspiration in bars (as in where alcohol is sold) or bars (as in the musical term 'bars').

I think that latter is far more beautiful. It's as if inspiration comes from somewhere, from some invisible source. In little packets. That roughly correspond to a musical bar. To all those that struggle to speak in one dimension.

That's kinda what music is. Speaking in two-dimensions. Or three. Or many. Depending on how deep you let a song into your soul.

I prefer that to sitting over your third shot of tequilla, edging towards that magical point where you're drunk enough to be honest and sober enough to muster enough hand-eye coordination to write.

'Just add alcohol' inspiration.

The Happy Face Crater, The Moon

The biggest smilie in the known universe.

Happiness is not... a fish? (no shit sherlock!)

Eight out of nine flushed. Not bad.

Some people would rather have a rainy, depressing Monday morning than a lazy, boring Sunday afternoon. I never fully got what Raine Maida meant by "Happiness is not a fish you can catch". Until today.
"Everyone you meet today is just so ****ing vain."

I want an iPod.
I could probably sell my life to some emo-punk artist or something. For inspiration. And buy all the iPods I could ever want. Hell, I could buy Apple.
What say Jimmy Eat World? Writer's block?

"Bored again by happiness / All those friends I've lost in there"
Speechless. (The I-couldn't-say-it-better kind of speechless).

"F***"
Speechless. (The I-wish-I-could-say-it-better kind of speechless).

It bores you. Honestly, it bores you.

I'm bored.

Make that nine.

A Post

I'm afraid that I might have nothing non-cliched to say. Nothing the world hasn't heard already. Nothing the world doesn't already know. World? What world? In the raging, boundless ocean the Internet has become, what am I? An obscure, tiny lifeboat.

Just write. Someone will read. Someone will understand. Someone. Somewhere.

(My CPU is on the ground. My right foot just spasmed and hit the reset button. I went and got a glass of cold water as the computer restarted. My head hurts. Bloody spasms.)

I realized I was in denial today. There's only so much you can justify. I wish it wasn't true. But it could be. 'Could' is a very strong word. It's the first step out of denial.

Write something. Anything. Someone, somewhere will understand.

E wrote a short story today. It's really cute. Expected worse but it was nice. Maya. Wilson. Mowoski. Honestly E, if anything, you come up with way better names then I do. :)

Watched The Bicycle Thief today. The film that inspired Satyajit Ray. I was told not to expect too much. Felt sad at the end. Felt like learning Italian. Or re-learning Spanish.

Anything. Someone. Somewhere.

I guess that's the beautiful thing about the Internet. You can believe in "someones" and "somewheres".