everyone needs a way to believe that the way they do has meaning.

The aforementioned man, Monsieur R, is undergoing charges from conservatives and politicians for inflicting "violent and pornographic" messages to minors. Dude is bad as shit. "France is a bitch, don't forget to fuck her till she's exhausted, you have to treat her like a slut ..."

Just may have coped a Mighty Healthy "L.T.G." tee, compliments the best bud Ed.

I'm entering a viscous cycle. Ready for break down soon.

Mt Egypt - Perspectives (repeat, repeat, repea...)

I'm too tired and too vactionless for valid upping.

crowded streets, brown hair, gold soul.

I stumbled across this tonight, and it will remain playing over and over and over until I decide to poweroff my computer.

I started to make my 'lives-list' today. Two languages, one educational border jump, two hopeful residency, and three materialistic possessions. More to come later.

I need more lomography cameras, and more friends. Or, maybe just more friend time. I'm fucking lonely.

I started to pick up the habitual reading again.

au revoir.

Elvis + Tupac = la familia

betta ask somebody

bee thousands

I don't know how to handle death. It's weird to listen to the new ghostface, all guided by voices, and papoose because less than a month ago he sent them to me.

He was a good kid.
















R.I.P. Justin Jordan.

there is no such thing in life as normal.

Summer has been blasting with a mighty kick. Spent many a night with the dearest of close, blacked out two nights, reestablished importance on one person, set up one new skateboard (only to have it rain in my face... worst feeling), fired guns alone, and the list lengthens and such.

uuuggggggghhhhhhhh

In a swift wind of good, I got a letter yesterday from my bank, reimbursing me $67.53.


















I've been thinking a lot about the act of waiting. I hate it, so much. Not so much in the manner of like a package coming or the weekend creeping toward... more like the brick-solid pleasure of the future (hazy images of course) and the feeling that follows 2.5 seconds later. You know the one that quickly shuts down the image and reminds you of where you are and what you've got. I suppose the intelligence kicks in and reminds you how how 'sweet' it will be, but the handicapped feeling of knowing you can't do much of anything to speed time along... BURNS.



















I have fallen in a deep fiery passion-filled love for the aforementioned vixen.

Tomorrow is Friday and it seems like if I had to explain a sort of object (in motion?) to describe it, I'd imagine it to be some sort of crank-wheel or maybe a sling shot. In much more a simple set of letters, tomorrow stress and fast paced life picks back up.

Upon waking tomorrow I will paint for a close two hours, HOPEFULLY be able to go to the skatepark (one last time for about a month ouuucchhh), then it is off to Jacksonville to pick up ...














(and for under retail price too, ohhhh)
After that it will be Josh's birthday get together-what-not. I have not decided of either staying there, or going back to Daytona for another night of debauchery.
Saturday I am meeting with the new-world-inducted Katie for a little bit of catching up and hanging out.
Sunday is mothers day, and those plans are confidential (the love of a son)

...Monday starts roofing, and severe burning from the Florida sun.
As of Monday I will be in Daytona for a few weeks, straggling and eating nothing (food=vile!)
Then in a week and two days (from this current time) I will be in Atlanta, buying things to balance out my SAD, SAD life.


I start summer school on the 7th of June, and 'summer-livin' is set on the back burner for 8 consecutive weeks. boo me.


















MUSICA II LUV IV the week of 5/2 - 5/8
1. tragedy - vengeance
2. radiohead - I Might Be Wrong: Live Recordings
3. spoon - gimme fiction
4. elliot smith - figure 8
5. cult of luna - somewhere along the highway
6.* Portishead - Roseland NYC live

La literatura 5/2 - 5/8
1. The Tao Te Ching of Lao Tzu
2. The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx and Friedrich Engles
3. Skateboarder Magazine June 2006 Volume 15 number 10















Please God, let me sleep.

I am a deathly bright ghost.

All is well in the realistic existance of Steven Bloom, it's just been a dragging of hot days and induced nights. I've had plenty of content and matter to fill a few pages here and there, but I've consolidated it all into nothiness flushed down my throat.


















This basically explains last Saturday night, which was a lot of fucking fun. Nagasaki, 'hoof-hoof!', dance dance dance, and too many cigarettes. (and no, that's not my reciept.)

I've been at my mothers since Monday, and when I got here I was one disguisting pile of trash. I had been wearing the same clothes for a few days, unfortunaetly bearing the same smell as a added bonus. Also, I went the longest I've ever gone without shaving (one week and one day) and I had a disguisting neckbeard-crawled-into-face-beard-with-scraggly-mustache. It felt like heaven shaving that off.

Ever since Tuesday I've been reliving the same day over and over. Wake up around 10:30, pour coffee, go drive around 'looking for jobs' (weakest excuse for...), skatepark for no more than one hour (Florida heat will kill someone) and then come home for shower/r'n'r until night time. Night time is spent reading, or fucking around with some charcoal and paper I have, then the internet fixation until late night/early morning... and repeat. I've got to break out! I really need a job, I'm running out of money. So far the most promising job is a 'night watch' at a hotel. Whoo! all nighters at a hotel...

Summer classes are going to be another reality wake-up, but I'm going to concentrate a lot more effieciently than I need to, cause classes in the summer... what?

Tomorrow is the day of the dead blah blah and I will spend it cleaning my room and throwing out atleast 70% of the bullshit I own, instead of drinking Tequila. Boo.

I'm proud to say I've been eating a lot healthier and am doing semi-decent on the giving up of coca-cola. I consume so much water, I think I'm drowning.
















































Here is a copy of my rock solid reoccuring list-ees...(That is verbatim... no joke, and no - it shouldn't make sense to you.)
1. learn to cook
2. dj (not the kind you think)
3. daily clothes
4. 2200 dollars
5. grow hair
















































PLAYLIST FOR WEEK OF 5/1-5/7
1. Stone Roses - Turn To Stone
2. Cat Power - You Are Free (FUCKING 'I DONT BLAME YOU' GIVES ME THE BEST CHILLS, EVER. LISTEN TO IT)
3. The Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground
4. Morrissey - Ringleader of the tormentors
5. Susie Suh - S/T

READING LIST FOR 5/1-5/7
1.) Jean Paul Sartre - Nausea
2.) Hermann Hesse - Steppenwolf
3.) Vice Mag - The Drug Issue
4.) Jean Paul Sartre - Existentialism and Human Emotions

SLEEP FOR THE NOW, IT'S GETTING LATE AND OUR EYES ARE SOUR.

nightnight.

I wrote it down tonight, this time please please please let it last.

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5/3/06