January 25, 2010 – 1:24 am
I was going through my closet and came across an old notebook. I found some stuff I wrote when I was in high school. A lot of it is crazy dark just to be dark. Short stories about killing people, suicide and all this retarded shit. I was inspired by some Henry Rollins I was reading at the time. (Who thought that was a good idea?) I am not going to post that, it doesn’t even sound like me at all. It’s funny though because you can tell I was really beating myself up for some things that happened in my life around that time. Here is some of the more ridiculous things I wrote:
Who’d I do this for hey me or you? -Danzig
Yeah, I know it’s Danzig but come on. It’s a good line. And at least it’s Misfits Danzig and not just Danzig. Let me take one last caress dear.
(SMH!) read more »
January 25, 2010 – 12:41 am
I was going through my closet and came across an old notebook. There is lots of weird stuff in it. I have no idea what this was. A screenplay? I have no clue.
(working on a farm)
It wasn’t supposed to be like this,
ya know.
It was supposed to be simple. Wife, kids, a family to take care of. Little league, dance recitals, white picket fence and everything else. Nothing like this.
(reveal the house, farm surrounded by nothingness)
January 25, 2010 – 12:36 am
I was going through my closet and came across an old notebook. On one of the pages it says “go beyond the obvious” and that’s it. Why? I couldn’t tell you. On another page is this opening scene from a kung fu movie I was thinking about writing. The easiest premise I can break it down to is Jet Li vs the Wu Tang Clan. Creative, I am.
METHOD
Alright y’all listen up. I don’t care why the fuck you came here. Don’t matter if you played too much Mortal Kombat, saw The Matrix too many damn times. Ain’t none of that matter now. You’re in our world now. And you will learn or get the hell out. Kung Fu ain’t about movies and videogames. Kung Fu aint even bout figtin. Kung Fu is about one thing. Yourself. It’s a motherfuckin’ art form. If any of you motherfuckers doesn’t get this, believe me you will. We ain’t gonna teach you to kill motherfuckers. You wanna kill motherfuckers get a gun. Because believe me, this ain’t a fucking game.
January 25, 2010 – 12:31 am
I was going through my closet and came across an old notebook. Apparently I kept a diary of when I was in New Orleans serving food to the Army after Katrina. Weird, I so don’t remember that. SPOILER: I was pretty liberal at the time! (!!!!) Here’s what I wrote:
DAY 3: I almost got heat exhaustion on the second day. It was weird. I guess thats what happens when you spend three months in your room. Speaking of weird, it amazes me how mind over matter works. The last two days I have gotten 8 hours of sleep. Total. Yet I am not tired all day, frustrated, but not tired. Word on the street is DONALD RUMSFELD is going to be here tomorrow, possibly eating with us. Won’t that be something. It’s really too bad I’m not vocal with my political opinions because I would totally say something mean in front of a couple thousand of his supporters on a military base in a city under marital law. Totally. read more »