if you want prentention, you're in the right place.

space. myspace. interpol. dotcom. or so ro so. i can't move me head so good these days, gang. I woke up with a pain only i could fall in love with. and fuck i am. back there in that room. i remember seeing the video for the song i am listening to right now. in the dark. but i'm gettin' off track. i ate a decent lunch with joe today, it would have been worlds better without america being shoved down it's fucking throat. Seeing joe was great though, and i got a tight mix cd to work my ears to. i'm still on the fence about continuing my music pursuits. i can't figure it out, like some times it's all there. laid out before me. and then i can't play to save my life. it's all moving away, seemingly while i sit and watch from a different part of the room. i need to get caught at the right time. more over i need to stop wearing eye makeup and nail polish. how are bands like coldplay "the biggest band in the world" when bands like doves exist? fuck. all the things you'll never get off. the brands you just get struck with. the scars you never get to mend. the gifts you never got to send. the biggest bucks you never got to spend. or how? how do i find myself here again? tied to the tracks or pretension all over. gang, you got me.