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A random bunch of goings-on from a bored (possibly sleep-deprived) hippie-Neopagan-Goddess-worshipping-loony.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

I've been thinking about writing really dark anti-war poems.

Most of the poems I write are one extreme or the other. Either they make you stare at me in terror (i.e., the one poem that I really loved about destroying all things bright, eternal, and shining) or they make you wonder what kind of weed I'm smoking (i.e., the poem about my daydream world; that short collection of poetry actually netted me the highest possible score for English in my school, even though I wasn't there for but two months).

If I ever managed to write a song, I'd prefer to be known for having an optimistic outlook on life. Creating something that brightens someone's day and encourages peace among the listeners.

But sometimes, the things I write that sound the coolest are rather disturbing.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if--by some cosmic joke--I managed to release an album full of dark, horrific, disgusting, disturbing anti-war songs, then showed up for an interview as bright as the sun in the sky and as peppy as one can be without the aid of powerful illegal substances.

I like making people wonder. :P

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