shelby rose
a bisco show last night.
once again. shelby rose. too appropriate for my last show ever. disco biscuits. tdb. sammy brownstien magner and ... ya a little too detatched to remember the last guy. filled with artificial joy. mmm yes. but hey, this X on my hand reminding me im under 21 is kinda reminding me of a cross and how im under the blood of Christ.
the show was hollow. no substance really. lots of talk though. "that show was sick" "magner was so sick on that inverted twist out of reactor into triumph." "that encore was monumental and the x is whack, murph and bones and bra.." full of words to convince themselves that they feel something that they dont.
o and the boys disrespecting the girls! and the sweaty disguisting orgyness of it all. with the flashing lights. so many distractions to keep you from realizing how utterly dead-endy it all is.
it was closure though. a physical representation of the end of the life i used to live. and as we piled out of the crowded starland ballroom i could hardly breath, felt like i was sophocating.. i could see the outside but it was so hot and squished and muggy... an then i finally got out and the fresh air was like the breath of God on my own soul when i was liberated from that lifestyle a year and a half ago. last time ill go back..
unless, God willing, im called to go back and spread the Word. Jesus meets people where they're at. He met me where i was at. I used to go to these shows and Id get tracks from random hippies. Funny how when your running from God as fast as you can you run right in to Him. really nice to know that theres believers that care about this subculture. such a lost culture.... full of lies and deception, enslaved to the music and the STS9 crystals. anybody wanna start a ministry with me? start praying.
my heart breaks for them.
~simmy went to rehab and was suicidal.
~di-azipan was slurred as always, but my heart leaped when i ran into her. such a different life, the summer that we spent jumping around tussy mountain. i heard a fiddler that day and it was the penacle of my biscuits experience. all a slippery slop afterwards. i had attained the perfect life. but it was all fleeting.
~someone passed out and my alcohol poisoning skills kicked in. i monitored his breathing and checked his finger tips. that same someone acted like a stupid drunk once upon a time. adirondack is a faint memory at this point.
everyones chasing the wind these days but..
Im listening to the new Jars of Clay CD. much better than this time last night. gotta love old school hymns and spirituals
"ill fly away old glory, ill fly away, when i die hallelujah by and by, ill fly away."
once again. shelby rose. too appropriate for my last show ever. disco biscuits. tdb. sammy brownstien magner and ... ya a little too detatched to remember the last guy. filled with artificial joy. mmm yes. but hey, this X on my hand reminding me im under 21 is kinda reminding me of a cross and how im under the blood of Christ.
the show was hollow. no substance really. lots of talk though. "that show was sick" "magner was so sick on that inverted twist out of reactor into triumph." "that encore was monumental and the x is whack, murph and bones and bra.." full of words to convince themselves that they feel something that they dont.
o and the boys disrespecting the girls! and the sweaty disguisting orgyness of it all. with the flashing lights. so many distractions to keep you from realizing how utterly dead-endy it all is.
it was closure though. a physical representation of the end of the life i used to live. and as we piled out of the crowded starland ballroom i could hardly breath, felt like i was sophocating.. i could see the outside but it was so hot and squished and muggy... an then i finally got out and the fresh air was like the breath of God on my own soul when i was liberated from that lifestyle a year and a half ago. last time ill go back..
unless, God willing, im called to go back and spread the Word. Jesus meets people where they're at. He met me where i was at. I used to go to these shows and Id get tracks from random hippies. Funny how when your running from God as fast as you can you run right in to Him. really nice to know that theres believers that care about this subculture. such a lost culture.... full of lies and deception, enslaved to the music and the STS9 crystals. anybody wanna start a ministry with me? start praying.
my heart breaks for them.
~simmy went to rehab and was suicidal.
~di-azipan was slurred as always, but my heart leaped when i ran into her. such a different life, the summer that we spent jumping around tussy mountain. i heard a fiddler that day and it was the penacle of my biscuits experience. all a slippery slop afterwards. i had attained the perfect life. but it was all fleeting.
~someone passed out and my alcohol poisoning skills kicked in. i monitored his breathing and checked his finger tips. that same someone acted like a stupid drunk once upon a time. adirondack is a faint memory at this point.
everyones chasing the wind these days but..
Im listening to the new Jars of Clay CD. much better than this time last night. gotta love old school hymns and spirituals
"ill fly away old glory, ill fly away, when i die hallelujah by and by, ill fly away."
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