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“There are so many hammocks to catch you if you fall,
so many laws to keep you from experience.
All these cities I have been in the last few weeks make me fully understand the cozy,
stifling state in which most people pass through life.
I don't want to pass through life like a smooth plane ride.
All you do is get to breathe and copulate and finally die.
I don't want to go with the smooth skin and the calm brow.
I hope I end up a blithering idiot cursing the sun -
hallucinating, screaming, giving obscene and inane lectures on street corners and public parks.
People will walk by and say, "Look at that drooling idiot. What a basket case."
I will turn and say to them
"It is you who are the basket case. For every moment you hated your job,
cursed your wife and sold yourself to a dream that you didn't even conceive.
For the times your soul screamed yes and you said no. For all of that.
For your self-torture, I see the glowing eyes of the sun! The air talks to me! I am at all times!"
And maybe, the passers by will drop a coin into my cup.”
-Henry Rollins
w.o.r.d.s.
Sunday, February 18, 10:38 p.m.
So last night I went to Celebrities for Dusty's birthday.
Unfortunately my ride into Vancouver early in the day did not come through so I couldn't go and visit Paula (sorry dear)
But Celebrities was still good fun.
It was basically 50% gay guys and 50% straight girls.
I think that it's the best club to go to if you just want to have a girls night and not worry about pervy guys hitting on you and such.
It was such an amazingly friendly enviroment. There was basically every type of subculture there just dancing and having fun.
People were doing some pretty crazy dances, and it was fun because it just didn't matter what you did, no one was giving out dirty looks.
Plus they played Faster Pussycat Kill which is my song and a techno remix of I Don't Feel Like Dancing <3<3<3
I would definately go again.
That being said, I'm pretty tired today for work. Although I usually am on Sundays.
Oh well, I'll live. And when I see Rod next I'll have to tell him I didn't get any girly action but I did get told I was very sexy by a gay guy...does that mean I look like a dude? And many people complimented me on my corset top.
Good times.
