after an epic night of venue rejection, goon confiscation, limited finances, stupid decisions, hysterical laughing, a beautiful conversation with a strange and interesting person that was such an amazing experience i dont have the words to describe, singing vnv nation songs to a small audience on the stairs, sneaky moves to get back into blink, much overwhelmingness, too much lack of ability to express myself in any coherency, with too many thoughts to know what to do with, to epic emptying of tear ducts, to walking home on an uplifting spring morning, to realising the fate of humanity due to our own selfishness... it is now 3pm... and I would like to be able to go to sleep now... so why does my neighbour decide to start up his glam rock punk thrash whatever label you want to give it... you sound like a broken blender... band... and have try outs just as i was about to close my eyes. secondly... i have no right to complain, because 3pm is a perfectly acceptable time in anyone's world to want to sing out of key, play shitty 3 chord distorted guitar riffs, and bang pots out of time.

BOOOO!