Archive for April, 2010

Repressed

April 8, 2010

Always the wrong turn, then the crash to this little white house, a semblance of home, which actually isn’t, and you end up bruised and scarred and homeless.

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Something called heart

April 3, 2010

I’m actually a fan of people who go out there and perform, not just play. You can be a skilled player, or pretend you are, or make your friends say you are, but then almost everyone who wants to, can play, can pretend, can make their friends say so. On the other hand, not anyone can transform simple playing into a performance that can eat people alive.