Came back to devart to check out my poems. altered the ending to the poem titled 'End'.
Writing a film, but fuck, its what, year 2.8 , so ... let's say it takes three years to conceive it. Imagine the birth pains. If I commit it to film, I'm pulling out all the stops. I lost a chunk (a binder or two) around 5 months ago that had some new things and some re-organization of all the old loose material. That night sucked. Friend's metal band played Hooters - Dartmouth, Nova Scotia. Canada.
If you like writing multimedia, I suggest picking up (from the intrawebbing) a program made in NFLD and open source, It is called CELTX and its pretty good stuff.
I still love nirvana.
I live out of my parent's basement. wait that isnt written very clearly. I moved out and now live in the city next door, Halifax, I'm at house # 2 now. It's where I originally wanted to live local wise. I'm beginning to wonder if leaving the province might be a good course of action.
Right now I'm waiting for my beer to cool down.
Life appears to be getting by.
uh, the end for now.
expect nothing new.
(I miss who I used to be in an offhand way)
I escaped some predicaments, made my life less compicated, now I'm looking to make new friends? preferably "gorgeous" girls with scars on their faces and dark hair that work at video difference. ha. life is window-shopping et al.
Maybe I'll get a shower.
Maybe I'll include the recluse spider scene group into the celtx and add some juicy elderly spookiness in there.
all in good time





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