Thursday, September 04, 2003
it's strange (and not at all in a bad way) how one conversation with a superb friend can remind you that regardless of being depressed and seriously unhappy it does not mean you are devoid of creativity or interesting things to say. and writing here does actually help with the depression.
Ascension is tonight. same great people, same great music, a good bartender, and me. come one, come all.
your eyes they slay me suddenly for the beauty of them i cannot bear