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first and foremost, recently, i've been itching for a decent club fix. so, if there's anyone out there who actually digs trancy house...or any electronica at all, please unearth yourself. i haven't found you yet, so alas, my live electronic exposure has excelled solely in international waters.
otherwise...
for the love of God, be genuine. be real. be yourself. if you must be molded, be molded as this: laugh, play, and be introspective. avoid arrogance. avoid acceptance. converse and contemplate.
it's that simple.
it comes down to this: if i were isolated from all in the world, i could currently be completely happy (for a long while) with only U2, shiloh, deepsky, v-sag, zao, norma jean, blindside, in reverent fear, greg benz, and...
things consisting of zombies and bad acting.
things with tom cruise and bad acting.
things with harrison ford and bad acting.
oh, and camera angles i wouldn't have thought of.
doesn't exist (except for csi - God help me).
THE PROPHET by kahlil gibran
SHANTARAM by gregory david roberts
INTO THE WILD by jon krakauer
ON THE ROAD by jack kerouac
LORD OF THE FLIES by william gerald golding
THE CATCHER IN THE RYE by j.d. salinger
THE WORLD AWAITS: HOW TO TRAVEL FAR AND WELL by paul otteson
they only seem to arise in moments of desperation. go figure.