well when was it supposed to make sense?

life is good.

the end.

well when was it supposed to make sense?

oi. i could have never imagined how utterly horrid the "feel like bashing your head on the counter" part of life would feel like...

now i do.

and it's insanely grotesque.

things no longer make sense. and they should. i don't know who is in the mirror anymore.

it's frightening.

truly.

:[

well when was it supposed to make sense?

went to a show last night.
saw three gigs.
some sucked, i'll admit it.
but my little drummer boy and his effin sweet band kicked ass.
and i took pictures.
they aren't orgasmic or anything.
i didn't expect strobes and i can't stop the bodies in motion.
next time we're gonna have a photo session.
sweet.
im the new cameraWOman for Josef Grool


i still can't hear out of my right ear.

life may be more than just a chance to pass on your genes.

go veg.
smile.
think about the meaning of discipline, because it doesn't come from someone yelling at you.
bond with nature, you don't have to be a hippy to do it.
look at people like there people, not robots from outerspace.
hate to hate and love to love.
show compassion and trash the silliness.
violence doesn't bring peace. it brings temporary silence and breeds bitterness.
religion is man's answers to unanswered questions. don't get pissed that the next person over has ten more gods than you do.
marriage is about love, not gender. don't take away someone's right just because of your views. you don't have to like it. but you don't have to make someone suffer.
always remember that the earth can live without you, but you can't live without the earth.
measure your success in happiness, not power nor money.
discover yourself, and communicate with others.
ask why and why not. question authority.
the world doesn't have to suck. quit making excuses.

hey loves,
long time no see. well, i am pleased to announce my return. and i am gonna make you proud. love you, and you know you secretly love me too.

the one and only,
noel.