action action, against me!, alanis morissette, alkaline trio, a perfect circle, billy idol, bob dylan, brand new, bright eyes, britney spears, candlebox, coheed and cambria, concrete blonde, count the stars, counting crows, cyndi lauper, flogging molly, gin blossoms, head automatica, horrorpops, hot hot heat, ima robot, janis joplin, jefferson airplane, jethro tull, kelly clarkson, LBC, lennon murphy, live, matchbox 20, matthew good band, meatloaf, metric, muse, our lady peace, pat benatar, pearl jam, pink floyd, placebo, plow monday, pretty girls make graves, queen, simon and garfunkel, stroke 9, tatu, the bangles, the cars, the cranberries, the dresden dolls, the epoxies, the faint, the fascination, the format, the happy bullets, the killers, the libertines, the matches, the pink spiders, the sex pistols, the turtles, the weakerthans, tilt, tool, tom petty, tori amos, tupac, 30 seconds to mars. etc. etc.
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used: photoshop CS, editpad, sedatives, smokes, the dresden dolls, photocase.
"Oh, she knew about rage, knew plenty, but she hadn't known how it could go inside as well as out, could smash things you couldn't even see, you carried the pieces around forever, and then they worked their way out through your skin years later, like her father's friend Denny, who'd been caught by a mine in Vietnam. The pieces of shrapnel still working their way out of his flesh all those years later. When he'd been drinking, he'd show you where one was coming out, a dark patch under the hairless, scar-shiny skin. Was that how Michael felt all the time? And how she would feel the rest of her life, pieces of this disaster coming to the surface, cutting through her from the inside out."
over two years of my life has been hidden. or completely thrown away like the rubbish it really was.
and i feel so strange about that.
"it's okay by me it was a long time ago"
i just never thought i'd feel like this about my past. i guess we all kind of live life looking for things to remember. with our selective memories. looking for a story to tell. we want to tell that story.
but i don't. not anymore.
i'm not sure if i want to forget it either. i just don't want it to be.. the story i tell over and over. so i won't. and if that means i have less to say, that's fine with me. and i'm sure there won't be any objections from other people.