Lance's Thoughts

lancefitzgiben @ 2005-02-21T15:13:00

2005-02-21T22:14:51Z

zack plum: i spray painted my shoes
zack plum: chrome

lancefitzgiben @ 2005-02-08T10:05:00

2005-02-08T17:14:59Z

so I guess nobody remembers much about me. kinda figures. oh well.

school is going pretty well. materials and safety has turned out to be more fun than i thought it was going to be and we actually get to make sculptures in metal. after midterm we are going to work in wood.

the drawing class thus far has been really good. it's really long and therefore a bit straining. i'm pretty toasted by the end of that class, but i am gonna learn a lot in there.

winter winter winter. it keeps snowing and i am ready for spring. i want to get my bike together and ride. i need exercise.

i haven't updated this in so long. it feels weird. but nobody reads it anyway. haha.

later

lancefitzgiben @ 2005-01-28T17:52:00

2005-01-29T00:53:27Z

http://profiles.myspace.com/users/16778389

so i guess i have one of those now. but i'll probably never look at it... but there it is. it'll probably never be updated.

Yeah I'll do it too. Even though nobody reads this.

2005-01-27T19:42:43Z

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Post a memory of me.
It can be anything you want,
just so long as it happened.
Then post this to your journal.
See what
people remember about you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

some kid...

2005-01-25T04:00:10Z

fooballPlaya140: I hate u how could u do this to me
Lance Fitzgiben: wtf
fooballPlaya140: Im josh
fooballPlaya140: u stoll my girl
Lance Fitzgiben: who is your girl?
fooballPlaya140: katie
Lance Fitzgiben: wtf
Lance Fitzgiben: i don't even know a katie
Lance Fitzgiben: sorry son
fooballPlaya140: u lier
Lance Fitzgiben: uh huh
fooballPlaya140: your going out with her
Lance Fitzgiben: how old is your katie?
Lance Fitzgiben: do you even know who i am?
fooballPlaya140: who are u
Lance Fitzgiben: who do you think i am
fooballPlaya140: lance
Lance Fitzgiben: lance who
fooballPlaya140: fressces
Lance Fitzgiben: nah man. this is Tim Cox
Lance Fitzgiben: the screen name is random
Lance Fitzgiben: I'm 21, and I don't have a girlfreind, nor do I know a Katie
fooballPlaya140: my bad
Lance Fitzgiben: no worries
Lance Fitzgiben: sorry that fucker stole your girl man
Lance Fitzgiben: you should rough him up

lancefitzgiben @ 2005-01-18T16:36:00

2005-01-18T23:40:46Z

How utterly homosexual.

Weird shit.

Kinda fucked up.

Kinda scary.

Oh well, here's some lyrics.

A morbid beauty
Glows in resonation
Mercurial signs they read
Make real our minds
True fascinations
For now we're rolling
And kinda golden
As time keeps folding
We're old when our poor souls depart
Whereas cold cruel jokes now make you cry
One day you'll take them in your stride

All of the time we've resided here
You'll see our chalices rise
With ever endless tears
And illusions they fly
But someday soon will clear
Just sit back and recline
I'll guide you through the years

Through the future years
As they'll soon appear
Someday all too near
Now the distance clears

Bad ways which rule all the ways we go
Through black and the gloom
Consecutive days and plain afternoons
The things in life
They pass the time
While those all around are bored

Though we come down in real demise
Trek through all of the feelings with no tears in eyes
Kept fear veiled so it hides
Life's never forced or dry
So theres nothing inside me
I just seem alive

To the future years
As they'll soon appear
Dressed in slacks as we will
So its stars they steer

Just tie a silk sheet round your neck
And twist it till your face turns cherry red

All of the time we've resided here
You'll see our chalices rise
With ever endless tears
And illusions they fly
But someday soon will clear
Just sit back and recline
I'll guide you through the years

lancefitzgiben @ 2005-01-10T14:18:00

2005-01-10T21:25:03Z

Well the Dallas trip was alright I got to see a bunch of people that I never get to see anymore. I had the new camera so I took a lot of pictures and I talked to people here on the phone a lot. Chris and Jeff and Andrew all came in for a couple of days so that was cool. I spent one day with cousin Chip and his family. I managed to only spend about 3 dollars. I think.

The past kind of sneaks up on me sometimes, mostly when I am reading useless shit on here (LJ) and it just reminds me of things or.. makes me realize what some of these people I am involved with are really like. People suck. End of sentence.

- Tim Casdpl;jfdg;lkjsdfgbs'dlkfmsdf'sdgl;ibsg

lancefitzgiben @ 2005-01-04T10:39:00

2005-01-04T17:45:06Z

I'm going to Dallas tomorrow and I won't be back until Sunday. Classes start on the 24th of this month. John will be here until the 19th.

New Years was okay. Christmas was okay. I got the first season of the A Team on DVD.

Oh well I gotta go to Artisan and buy some shit. Ciao

I found this funny...

2004-12-28T01:59:05Z

"It is a well known fact that sometimes things get stuck in one's teeth. A small piece of food that sticks in-between two of your teeth and remains wedged there; depsite many tries to free it with the tip of your tongue. I am a poor victim of such a predicament and am currently trying to free a small piece of food from between two of my molars. During my obsessive picking at this little annoying piece of debris I managed to start looking into this matter on the world wide web; completing searches for 'food stuck in teeth' and the like. I stumbled onto a certain website, the name of which will remain undisclosed, that had an article posted about some historic occurences connected foreign objects lodged in the mandible. One such column was from a reporter who traveled abroad to take a trek deep into the African jungle to document behaviors and rituals of the primitives that live in the jungle. The journalist reported that upon arriving at a certain camp all of the natives were in a scurry, running into and out of one of the many small shacks built in the clearing. The reporter made his way into the shack unscathed and managed to get a glimpse of a young man laying out on the floor while several other men and women crowded around with, many of them with primitive tools or a bowl of water. The reporter wrote the following excerpt, taken from his journals. 'Upon entering the dark tent I was able to observe an individual, a young man, laying flat on his back on the bare earthen floor of the small shack. Several other native people were on their knees about him, each holding some sort of primitive tool and there were several women who were holding bowls of water. There were men working on the young man's head, which I didn't see but only once, and for a split second when one of the workers leaned back quickly to retrieve a tool. In the split second that I was able to lay eyes uopn the young man's head I saw something long and fleshy protruding from the young man's mouth. I then realized that the young man was indeed screaming, however his voice was muted nearly entirely by the item sticking from his mouth.' The journalist later learned that the fleshy mass hanging from the young man's mouth was indeed his own brain. Or at least part of it. After eating a particularly special meal the young man had managed to sever the inside of his mouth on a small portion of broken nut shell. A sliver of shell, or so he thought, reamined stuck in the wound and the young man could feel it with his tongue inside his mouth. Despite many attemtps to free the sliver from his mouth using his tongue and his own fingers the piece of debris remained lodged int he man's mouth for the remainder of the night. At the young man's third awakening during the night he picked up an unknown implement and went to pull the disturbing piece of debris from his gum. Upon pulling at the piece of debris the young man (who had snagged not a piece of nut shell but actually a piece of his own brain) managed to pull a good amount of his brain through the roof of his mouth. Needless to say the young man did not survive. I don't know if that story is true, I hope it's not. I guess the moral of the story is: Let those little bits of food work themselves out! Otherwise see a doctor!"

lancefitzgiben @ 2004-12-27T18:08:00

2004-12-28T01:13:23Z

well here we are on another holiday break and even though there are all kinds of people in town.. i am alone and doing nothing. bored. the break has been okay and i have gotten to see a lot of people, most of whom were here for thanksgiving as well. christmas was alright i guess. it was a happy time. christmas eve was fun and we had the annual party over here. the kelly's open house will be hosted while i am in dalls (fuck) which makes me sad. new years is still an open book. mike comes back from chicago tomorrow. i think he is in albuquerque tonight. Fuck. I hope somebody calls me tonight to do something. i'm bored. hahahaahahahahahahahhahahaahhaahahahahahhahahaha. *bang*

sigh

2004-12-24T17:02:13Z

Well.. it would have been six months as of today. =|

lancefitzgiben @ 2004-12-19T10:43:00

2004-12-19T17:50:59Z

Well yesterday turned into a pretty decent day... Kyle and I were all bored so we went over to his house so he could take some nail polish off (hah) and his stepfather invited us to go flying with him, since he just got his full license yesterday... anyway we went down to the airport and took off in this little blue cessna and just flew around, over los alamos and espanola.. over black mesa and out by abiqu and over cochiti. it was really cool because i had never seen this area from above like that, and i had never ridden in a small plane. it was pretty cool, and i definitely look forward to doing it again.
after that we got together with samantha and watched the last of the mohicans, part of which i slept through, and then just kinda sat around until samantha had to leave.. then kyle and i jumpstarted the wagon since the battery had died and drove it around the back gate loop. we saw a ton of elk back there so that was cool and i managed to get the average mpg down to like 18.9. it's norm is about 24.5 hehehe.
this morning i went out for a short, but fast, ride in his wife's slightly hopped up mustang mach 1. we went down mainhill and then turned around at the gas station, making a very nice 2nd gear sideways u-turn at the bottom of the hill and then coming back up at about 90mph or so. i think our top speed was about 125mph, and myles had the car sliding on several occasions. i'll be looking forward to a longer ride through the jemez once that road gets clear again. too much sand right now...
in a while here i'll be heading to santa fe with james to get his family christmas gifts and we are going to eat at a good restaurant he found.. so that should be good. after that the day is open, so we'll just see what happens.

lancefitzgiben @ 2004-12-18T00:44:00

2004-12-18T07:48:10Z

I've always been tied to you, now the bond is fuckin' gone.

Gotta love this song.

Slavery by Spineshank. I think my last post, or the post before last, has the lyrics for the song in it.

Elise was asking me what my entry was about and I was thinking about the lyrics so I had to listen to the song. This song and Dead To Me are so... wonderfully angry. =)

Tomorrow has good potential for being a good day. As long as I get the planned adrenaline flow in the morning. Planned..

If I do get it, there should probably be a post about it at some point tomorrow.

Stay tuned.

just letting it out

2004-12-17T06:19:40Z

I've given up everything 'till it seems so fucking wrong
I've always been tied to you, now the bond is fucking gone
You're just a victim
Of your own decisions
And your desperation
Is like watching an accident

I reject the way you need
To hurt yourself to get to me
I will break away from you
My regret is knowing you

You've thrown away everything and you hope I sympathize
It's kind of like slavery to a world of fucking lies
You're not the victim
Of your own addictions
And your desperation
Now you won't get my sympathy

This feels like slavery
This ends it all
This feels like slavery
This ends it all

lancefitzgiben @ 2004-12-16T21:25:00

2004-12-17T04:23:54Z

Lance Fitzgiben: wayd?
Chipper2586: studying
Chipper2586: again...
Chipper2586: for effing finals
Lance Fitzgiben: ah
Lance Fitzgiben: done tomorrow?
Chipper2586: yea
Chipper2586: but only after i take an oceanography test
Chipper2586: yes OCEANOGRAPHY
Lance Fitzgiben: wow
Chipper2586: they have that as a fucking class at my retarded ass school
Chipper2586: its taught by the basketball coach
Chipper2586: and quite frankly im pretty convinced hes never seen the ocean

Tool update

2004-12-16T07:08:09Z

Here's a piece of news from toolband.com .... i found it pretty interesting.

14 Dec 04

WHAT THE HELL IS IN THOSE JELLY BEANS?
Having braved the dystopia that is certain parts of Hollywood, yesterday, at the email suggestion of a member of the ‘Collective’, I dropped in on the guys at their rehearsal space to check out another Tool writing/arranging session. When I arrived around noon, everyone was there except for Danny, but within minutes he pulled up on his motorcycle, carrying a plastic grocery bag containing a couple of oranges, ready to put in a hard day’s work behind that mammoth drum kit of his. Realizing that the band was going to warm up with some older songs before working on the newer compositions, I decided to grab some lunch before planting myself in the middle of the sonic onslaught for several hours with nothing in sight except for DC’s oranges, some sugar-free Red Bulls and a small bowl filled with what appeared to be rather peculiar looking jelly beans.

When I returned, the band had just finished playing one of the newer songs, the one that Danny had earlier described as being his favorite Tool composition to date. I’d heard this lengthy, rhythmically complex song (still untitled, I believe) several weeks ago, but wanted to hear it again, mainly to see what impact Maynard’s vocals would have on it. (NOTE: if it’s any consolation, the chicken burrito and Patron margaritas at El Coyote were quite good). Without any ear-plugs (but thinking that a couple of the jelly beans might suffice), I took at seat in the middle of the guys - about two feet from Adam’s speaker cabinet, six-feet from Justin’s and less than a foot from Danny’s drums (and with all those cymbal crashes and their eternal ringing in his ears). Looking around, the first thing I noticed was that the Dry-Erase message board that the band has used since Opiate days to aid them with their song arrangements was devoid of any ‘mnemonic triggers’ and only contained a jumble of seemingly random letters and what appeared to be a crude depiction of a birthday cake with four lit candles on it. Thinking it might have been drawn by Adam, I asked him about it, but received only a vague answer about it not necessarily being a birthday cake and to look closer. He then added somewhat cryptically that there was room for a fifth candle. With this, I turned to Danny to see if he could shed some light on this apparent conundrum, but, in that he seemed to be equally mystified by something involving his electronic drums, I decided to drop it. About this time, Maynard emerged from a make-shift vocal booth and handed me his latest mock-business card. I could tell you what it said, but I don’t want to shock the pious.

After selecting some samples on the “Deep Violet” electronic drums and adjusting parameters, etc., the band launched into a new song that, at least in my mind, pretty much summed things up about the direction the new record was headed musically. To say that they have taken it up a notch would be an understatement. Several notches, perhaps, might better describe it. This wasn’t just the musical equivalent of terra incognita – this was something borderline Zothyrian, Daedalian in complexity (yet, VERY heavy) with its combination of odd time signatures, dynamics and intricacy of guitar work that was ‘synchronized’ in sections to create those “chromatic tortures” we all love so much. Danny was doing what he does best (better than ever, I might add), and the acoustic drums were combined with lots of electronic samples of dissonant clocks, warped timpani, eruptions of noise and explosions of what sounded like bizarre artillery.

For this particular song, in certain places, Adam seemed to be using the petals more often to simultaneously trigger his Virus. As for Justin, with his lightning fast bass lines, at times there were riffs that seemed almost unnatural for that instrument. I remember after Lateralus was mastered, when a couple of writers from Bass Player Magazine arrived at the management office to conduct an interview with Justin, I was the one entrusted by the band to select a few songs so that they could first hear the new record prior to doing the interview (no one except for those involved in the production had yet heard Lateralus). I’ll never forget the smile on their faces as they listened (Justin didn’t want to be in the room with them as I played the songs). Well, if they were blown away by his playing then, I’d love to see the expressions on their faces after hearing the new stuff.

The dramatic arrangement itself was about eighteen minutes long, and I would have to say, even after having only heard it once (and, more importantly, without the vocals) it was the most impressive piece I’ve heard them do. I could only imagine what it was going to sound like with Maynard’s vocals, which he was working on from the other side of the glass. I asked what the working title of this organized pandemonium was and Justin told me. Even though the name could and probably would change when Maynard was finished with the lyrics, I’m not at liberty to reveal the working title (in case it sticks), only to say that the initials are L.K. When they finished the song there was dead silence in the room. Adam then glanced at me and said that it (meaning the arrangement) wasn’t quite finished yet. “NO – it IS!” I told him, just messing with him, knowing that he is the consummate perfectionist. “That’s the new single” I joked, after guessing how many minutes long it was (after all, it might have only been fifteen minutes). “Well, my part isn’t finished” he said. Adam then asked me if I’d heard the song that I missed while I was out eating lunch. I told him that I had a couple of times, but that was a few weeks ago. He said that they would play it again because they f**ked it up the first time. Before they began, Justin walked over to the mixing console and began picking through the bowl containing the colorful assortment of newfangled jelly beans, searching for quite a while for a particular color/flavor. Adam also hunted for a certain color – a golden-yellowish one that he wanted me to try, claiming it tasted like buttered popcorn. When the heathen near-vegan declined, he popped it in his mouth and subconsciously began f**king around with a chthonic riff on his silver burst.

During the break, MJK emerged from the other room and flipped me a guitar pick that had something like “I don’t really play guitar” imprinted on it. Having remedied a glitch with the electronic drums, Danny began to tell his band mates a story which he’d already told me involving a very strange incident that occurred somewhere out in the California desert. This was told to him by a friend and former band mate (no spinner of yarns), and involved some kind of anomalous lights and an apparent abduction (either by shadowy government types or otherworldly/other dimensional beings) that contained elements that researchers like Jenny Randles would call “The OZ Factor” and others would refer to as high strangeness, but would certainly be considered by the former as a “rogue case.” We all listened intently as the series of events surrounding the “abduction” or what ever occurred as told to Danny by his friend got even more bizarre. It ended with the main person involved encountering what sounded like classic MIB types. When Danny was finished, he, Maynard and I all agreed that a field trip was needed. But first Danny would need to find out exactly where the incident occurred.

With the story finished, the band played the song that I had missed. This one was no adagio either – another dimension splitter or encounter with A’ano’nin, that was about ten minutes in length and executed to perfection. During a section midway through the piece, when I closed my eyes, I could envision a whirling cone of ‘twisted sound’ piecing the aethyrs. “What the hell is in those jelly beans?” I asked. Afterwards, as Adam, Justin and Danny worked on a certain section of another new tune, I went into the other room, the one I call the Outer Void (Ain Soph) to talk to Maynard about the planned field trip, about the music business in general and about his Arizona vineyards. I also asked him if he’d make his “green sauce” for naan bread, as I was planning on making my spicy Vindaloo for a Yuletide festivity that was still in the planning stage. And, no, I wouldn’t reveal the recipe (for either).

Back in the ‘jam’ room, the guys had worked out a certain part and were playing it together when either Adam or Justin was thrown off by a cowbell sample triggered by Danny. When the inevitable SNL/Blue Oyster Cult bit came up, there was a knock at the door. This turned out to be Ann from management. She had an envelope containing a couple of Lakers tickets for Danny who was going to the game at the Staples Center that night. I asked Adam if he was going too, but he said that he and Maynard were going to a movie instead. It was about twenty minutes until the usual quitting time, and Adam asked the others if they wanted to call it a day. Justin didn’t. He wanted to work some more on another section – “string together some pieces” he said. As I watched, he walked over to the Dry-Erase message board and wiped the slate clean. So much for the birthday cake or whatever it was (anniversary?). I left for a minute to look at something in the “Outer Void”, and when I returned, the board was filled with those mnemonic triggers that represented the various parts of the composition that was being arranged. Memoria technica or not, whatever was written there, it was only decipherable to the members of the band, but, looking at it, I fondly recalled one night during the Anima or Lateralus days, when, during a drinking bout, I erased part of the formula and replaced it with my own. By doing so, I’ve always wondered whether or not in some way I contributed to a Tool song.

After experimenting on the arrangement for about a half an hour, it was time to call it a day. I put on my jacket and told the guys that I was going to go sit in the parking lot that is the 101 freeway. Justin said something about loving the traffic, and then mentioned a pub in Santa Monica that served a wonderful selection of Belgian ales. Oddly enough, he didn’t say he was going there - just that such a place existed.

When I returned home I got a phone call from my horticulturist friend down in sunny San Diego. During the conversation with Soror Petallpynx, I told her that I’d just returned from the loft where I listened to some new prog-metal. “How did the new material sound?” the surfer girl asked. “Very perichoretic” was my answer, but when it came to specifics I told her that I had signed a confidentiality agreement. However, I did mention the jelly beans. “Were they jelly beans or jelly bellys?” she wanted to know. “I don’t know, but there was one that Adam said tasted like buttered popcorn.” “That’s my favorite! There’s also one that tastes like caramel corn… and the toasted marshmallow one tastes like marshmallows toasted over a campfire.” “Is there one that tastes like Belgian ale?” I asked her. If so, I guess I’ll have to go back to the loft in a few days to try one. It wouldn’t be too bad to hear L.K. again either.

BMB

lancefitzgiben @ 2004-12-15T18:01:00

2004-12-16T01:00:33Z

Just the little things pissing me off today...

lancefitzgiben @ 2004-12-14T21:41:00

2004-12-15T04:44:05Z

So the Manson concert was pretty bad ass.. the opening band (Slunt) was totally unknown to us but they were really good and really nice to talk to, which we did after the show. (see icon pic) i guess they are trying to put the sex back in rock and roll... i think it's working. haha. they were well received. manson did a good set, all the big songs plus a few covers. lots of lights and smoke, confetti and all that. he went through several different outfits and they out up several different backdrops. sweet dreams, beautiful people, and antichrist superstar finished the concert and we were about three feet from the rail by the time he came out to the podium for antichrist. overall it was a good show that met all of my expectations, and many of them were exceeded.. i just wish that manson had talked to the crowd more. oh well.. it was good clean fun and i'd definitely go see him again. although i really hope Slunt comes soon. haha. =P

lancefitzgiben @ 2004-12-12T14:39:00

2004-12-12T21:38:39Z

You're a fuck(er)

lancefitzgiben @ 2004-12-07T23:34:00

2004-12-08T06:36:59Z

I think we can all give a big round of applause for my kickin' James Rosenquist icon picture thingy. yay.

anyone for poker?

2004-12-07T05:20:31Z

I haven't written a real entry in here in quite some time and Samantha told me I should, so here it goes.

I really haven't been writing in here because I don't have much to write about. Everything is the same old same old. The job interview at the hospital went well, which is good but I haven't heard back on the job so... I think I'm just going to say fuck it and get a job in Santa Fe.

I'm going to register this week for one or two art classes as SFCC for the spring semester, that should be good. I can physically put the paint down, but I can't do it all that well... hmm.

I did finally sell the M3, which I probably already wrote about but whatever. Sold it for 7,500. I know that it's only worth 5,000 to an E30 man, but my dad priced it and I just sold it. Anyway, it's sad to see her gone but one day, one day.. I will have another.

Those new flybars are pretty bad ass. I kinda want one. www.flybar.com (i think that's the link)

My James Rosenquist book is finnaaaaally coming sometime this week. I can't wait. F111. mmmmmm

I have been working on the Ruscha/Warhol inspired stuff, just bold paintings that utilize text. Some of them are coming out pretty well. I still need bigger boards though... These paintings have to be large to get the idea across.

40 Below Summer is really good. You should listen to them, and report back to me.

The christmas tree dried up and went to hell two days after we got it, so we ditched it and get a fake one. a really big, really nice fake one. it's our first fake tree ever.

I wish my bike worked. Damn.

I wish it was summer. Fuckin winter. I hate cold weather. It needs to be like 40, at least. On thanksgiving I drove to whiterock at night time with the top down, it was 30 degrees out, and it was fun.

Fuckers.

Samantha and I have been getting together and having these long conversations. it's good to be back on good terms with her.

Tonight anya came over to see Goodfellas. I hadn't seen that movie in quite a while so it was good. Kyle and the father watched it as well. I want to see Casino now.

The Asassination Of Richard Nixon is coming out on the 29th starring Sean Penn. Looks like a good one.

Napoleon Dynamite kicks your ass! and he comes out on dvd on the 21st. Go buy it.

Manson on the 13th. got my ticket and I am ready! yay. should be creepy and weird, and wonderful.

I want Tool to come again. I want Tool to get that DVD out.. I want Tool to get a new album out. I want Tool to do SOMETHING!

This is gay.

lancefitzgiben @ 2004-12-04T20:57:00

2004-12-05T03:58:37Z

You believe every word I say and always took the time to understand
You took my breath away, is that you slipping right through my hands
Just like a shooting star falling from the sky
I wait for you to land
Fly away don't shut me out, cause I can't be without you
Run away come with me, cause I can't be without you
When I wake up everyday
I need to know you're not so far away
Be without you, open your eyes and open your life

- 40 Below Summer - Breathless. Damn good band. Check them out.

lancefitzgiben @ 2004-12-02T00:40:00

2004-12-02T07:41:41Z

i know i know... too many fucking lyrics. and no they aren't meant for anyone. i just like the songs.

spineshank... best metal band. hands down.

You're the one who
You're the one who steals the life from
I'm the one who feels the falling
I believe you're nothing but a problem
Everything is so fake
You're just a motherfucking sight to see
And time will block the vision
Life with you is so vague
It's like I'm living in a dream

I have wondered why this always happens
Everything just falls away
Soon you'll be the one who is forgotten
It's so close but it's so far away

You're the one who
You're in disbelief of what you
Thought you could achieve or try to
Once I thought this life was never ending
Must've been my mistake
You're just a motherfucking accident
Offending yet amusing
I should have known that you
And your intentions weren't for me

You're the one who fed the violence
I'm the one who broke the silence
I will sew the hole you left inside me
Leaving you in the past
I will release

lancefitzgiben @ 2004-12-02T00:05:00

2004-12-02T07:07:06Z

I'm kind of mad.

I'm damn mad.

lancefitzgiben @ 2004-12-01T18:40:00

2004-12-02T01:41:52Z

Arm

Prepare

Release

Repeat