The first tape I made was really good, and the one I'm making now is stupid and lacking real expression. 8 or 9 tape recorders later, it's part of the curse.


I found a cassette by this band M (seen above) called the Official Secrets Act. They sound like Devo, only really campy. I really like Hyde and Zeke's in Gainesville. I really like one dollar records.

I think I am the most in debt out of everyone I know, I'm always freaking out inside, I'm reading and hermiting so I have less to freak out about.



I hope I meet a boy in Gainesville who is cute and nice to me.

Right?

GO MAGIC

http://normrex.libsyn.org

Check out Travis's podcast; my mixtape is going to be featured on it!

what is this
http://www.buddyhead.com/high-school-record-the-movie

3very day my h3art skips so many beats, and it sinks - I try not to miss so many opportunities - I try not to time travel back in my mind - once my dream came true and a cute guy actually came into my lonely job - his name was Noah - I loved that, he sat down for a while and we talked, he loved me - we made plans and he ditched me - he asked what music I liked and I said Charlie Parker - I want to make hopeful art, art which creates hope - I want to start my second tape but can't make copies of the first - I want to have meaningful sex - I was so sick, the last few days when I blow my nose there is a lot of blood - actually it's mostly blood - I have four hardly working record players, where do I get them looked at - I'm crying!

watching clarissa, my brain explains it all

"you can't run away," she says. "just think of your friends."
"you're my only friend."
"I know. I mean, think of me."
I think, "He felt her up in that shirt at some point. Does he remember the shirts he felt me up in?"
She drops herself onto the bed. "You just want to be listening to Echo and the Bunnymen on a yacht somewhere but"
Do you ever find yourself saying a word to yourself out loud that is utterly irrelevent? Do you ever find yourself running?
It's infected, it's not closed up, I want to let it close up I
"Maybe I don't exist; maybe I am an atom on the palm of a giant!" Clarissa Darling shouts, insecure about her being due to family history
while I am just watching this show so high, can't tell if I am
him, him, him, him, him, whyyyyyyyyyy

And in reality, I want to feel something so good and I can't find it really. I am trying to be less cohesive when making art or expressing myself. It is not the nature of my mind. I have no goals, but want absolutely everything.

Where there's a wig, there is a way

There isn't enough time to learn everything that you want, love all of your friends equally, figure out how to say exactly what you mean, make a home, try to rationalize love, sustain passion and motivation, express your affection physically, create art which you can be proud of, relax and be frivolous, make mistakes which you can learn from, to mourn when the time comes, keep in touch with all the people you care about who have drifted off to other parts of the world, or to isolate yourself in peaceful moments of introspection.. but at the same time, there sort of is, and sometimes it takes being asphyxiated by your apron on your bike (and nearly dying) to make you realize this. While I could barely breathe, all I thought of was my friends, how much I love them all, and how proud I am to have made them. There are so many more things I love about my own life than I think I have ever realized. I am happy to be me in this world right now.



Sometimes you look at someone and you feel yourself about to say, "I want to kiss you. Right now.", you don't, and maybe you didn't even feel that way at all.

I got my bike back!

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This spot on the map is really beautiful.

Twin Peaks

My heart is full of things that belong to no one.