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This page is dedicated--loosely--to my comic book,Black Rose diaries.But not in a promotional sense.It's a place for the mood of the comic.Sometimes that will be fiction,sometimes it will be my own personal,abstract ravings.Sometimes it will be my own personal reccomendations of bands or comic books I find myself being influenced and defined by .* * * My own comic"Black Rose Diaries"is starting to really get off the ground.The main character is named Angst.She's a dancer and psychic,but a typical moody goth,too caught up in her own feelings to realize just how much weird,magickal stuff is going on around her.Her friend,Robin,died a few years back.With it,a large inheritance{both material and esoteric} which he has left to Mara{Angst's best friend and ex-girlfriend}to distribute.She is trying to find Angst{who disappeared after Robin's death}to give her what was left to her.On the way,she meets Patrick,a werewolf who is looking for Angst as well.He has a psychic war going with his ex{who's a porn star,skilled at astral projection}over the fate of Angst. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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I love these guys,I really do...I think they're out of San Diego.I heard them for the first time in Tucson,and was totally drawn in by their mood,their driving sound,their passionate introspection.The things that roam through my thoughts when I feel at my craziest---or just in the depths of solitude---they dont merely express them but take a magnifying glass to a core of a situation,explore it then articulate it in a manner that's definable and very personal.Check these guys out."101 Italian Hits"is a great album.Oh yeah,for those who care about genre,they're a female punk band | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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I recently decided that Im moving to Chicago!Yay!!Im VERY happy to be leaving Austin..leaving Texas...two years of purgatory,I could go on and on but why?This Kierkegaardian angst is enough.Dont look in mirrors and dont go outside...dont look at what was,pour some more salt on gunshot wounds and who made the first shot,or scrape?I dont even care anymore but it builds up and I look at how foolish some of the sacrifices were and it doesnt mean too much,a city that is really a demon,sign on the dotted line and we'll let you survive...we'll throw you a morsel..but no more,no dwelling on it,and questioning it,no"it really isnt that bad"no"it sucks everywhere"no more lies to get through another day or month or year Ive seen so much better and I get to leave...and I feel enthusiastic again.Texas sucks.But never mind...I get to leave!!! | * * * Im going back to dancing,too.Which I feel okay about.There's a comfort in bars for me.Even a pseudo-office job has been too much of an office job for me.My boyfriend commented how I started drinking more heavily when I QUITdancing. something I find infinitely ironic.I guess because Im supposed to be exploited.To pretend to like men who give me money,and work on tips,and not be on a schedule and walk away from any customer that's more bullshit than I want to deal with is exploitation.Working in an office sitting in hard chairs with all the gossip and who does so and so want to sleep with or who have they slept with and downsizing and layoffs and being a good little ant so that I might get a raise up to $8.50 an hour is not exploitation?To stand and sweat and smile and have your feet hurt at a coffeehouse that pays five bucks an hour because it's a "cool" job or scurrying around a Denny's,so that gives some level of respectability or something?For what?Id rather be able to go out on Friday night. Not that the job isnt annoying.I wont get into any of this san francisco style feminism and think Im "liberated"or "sex positive"because I let some frat boy see me naked or give some lonely forty year old with too much money and too much time on his hands some illusion of companionship...atleast until he sobers up the next day and checks his bank balance...the only thing Im liberated from is stereotypes.And only to myself or anyone not caught up in them anyways... But Im kinda glad to be going back,because frankly,my current job stresses me out too much.Between the stress of the company I work for and the size of my paycheck I doubt I'll miss the place too much.of course moving has been the impetus for this..to quickly save up cash....and maybe do another pressing of the comic before I go..
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