On Desolation row...

had a dream i got shot.. and the shooter wanted to shoot me in the head cause i was still alive... but i cried and my excuse was "please, dont shoot me in the face, how are people gonna recognize my dead body?". HAHAHAHA, thats just really fucked up.

okay. heres what i gotta say about the L word.... i can say that I loveBob Dylan albums... probably more that i have ever loved or liked any human being, who wasnt family....or maybe, im more comfortable with it, so what does that say about me? probably that im feeling selfish... and... cynical.. and... just all out of it... yknow... and a loser, haha yeah. but thats what i say now.... so. i might look back and think, there is such a thing. but.. people are selfish and fleeting creatures. love (even if such a thing is real) makes you weak and susceptible to pain. so why bother getting into that vulnerable emotional state. I dunno.. maybe im just misunderstood. or (maybe i misunderstood everything) people think they know me yknow. but, i doubt they really do?.... but i'd rather not show any anger or sadness....i mean one thing more annoying than lust disguised as love, or even love disguised as lust... is pity from any friend or lover...

i'd rather have fun or just be alone (or back home), listening to Highway 61, and, (oh god, i wish i was smoking at the same time! man, quitting is so not fun).
yeah.

to the bat mobile!!

maybe it does exist, happiness does tho. no ones perfect... anyway!

The movie was alright. gotta watch it again tho.