This is the beginning of this thing. I will start posting old writing here.
Let's Blog. Hooded is doing good and I hope we can go on tour this summer. I am constantly anxious for no real reason, though semi-real money/direction-of-life concerns exist. This is manifesting itself via periods of manic jokezzz and periods where I can't get talk to anyone without feeling that the complete and utter destruction of my life and all relationships I hold dear is somehow imminent.
Doubt is a near constant entity and shit gets real sometimes. Mistakes are made. Anti-mistakes are made and then discussed and dissected in future conversations in order to glean some degree of the triumph of making them originally as well as to remind yourself that you're still a human capable of interacting with other humans in some (potentially) meaningful manner. Fuck solipsism, fuck regret, fuck loneliness, BUT fuck being mad at yourself for falling into the traps of the aforementioned dudes. My photons are somewhat corrupted, but that's fixable. How a thick facade and a thin skin can coincide is beyond me, but it's pretty much everywhere (I'm pretty guilty of it). I'm pretty sure the persons we have invented on top of the people we are are pretty much less interesting than those dudes, but it's real real hard to cut that shit out sometimes. Nobody to blame! Crime with many victims; no culprits! Why did you have to go and make things so complicated!
LET'S ALL BE FRIENDS
MEANS TO AN END
