The Perfect Drug
Creep
When you were here before,
Couldn’t look you in the eye
You’re just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You’re so fucking special
But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here
I don’t belong here
I don’t care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I’m not around
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell i’m doing here
I don’t belong here
She’s running out again
she’s running out
She runs runs runs
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here
I don’t belong here
Written by Thom Yorke, but wish it was written by me.
I have a lot of friends, you just can’t see them!
Many, many acquaintances, but only a handful of friends. To all that I have had the pleasure of meeting and befriending, I’m sorry to have pushed you all away, I never took your friendships for granted, deep inside I felt that I was never good enough for you and would’ve probably let you down. One day we’ll find each other, somewhere, somehow and you’ll know that you were deeply cherished. After years and years of mastering the art of self-loathing, I’m evolving, change is in effect and you’re welcomed in my life. Please come in and stay a while.
About a Son
“It was a mixture of like, hating people so much because they didn’t live up to my expectations and just being so fed with being around the same kind of idiot all the time, I mean everyone was just a carbon copy of one another, that it was obvious in my face and how I reacted towards people that I couldn’t stand them, you know I had a personal vendetta against them because they were so macho and manly and stupid. I started to be aware of this that people were noticing that I had this hatred towards a lot people and, and it was pretty much the general consensus with everyone that knew me that I couldn’t stand them or that I was edgy all the time and so I just started feeling really neurotic, like paranoid in a way because they knew I was going to freak out at any time” – Kurt Cobain, About a Son
It’s a bittersweet feeling knowing how I can relate to this. It’s a feeling that I’ve felt all my life, as a child, a teen, and now as an adult, comfort comes in isolation. I often thought it was because I couldn’t relate to or enjoy activities that people around me often enjoy. When surrounded by people, a feeling of being alone and abnormal overwhelms me . The older I get the more tolerance I build and acceptance towards life in general. I’ve come to realize that it might be something else that withdraws me, maybe deep inside I simply don’t want to disapoint everyone.
Right Where It Belongs
Right Where It Belongs is the 13th track off of Nine Inch Nails 2005 release, With Teeth. It was written by Trent Reznor and is one of his greatest masterpieces. This is my attempt to translate it…
Ahi Esta Donde Pertenece
Vez el animal dentro su jaula que armaste
Estas seguro de que lado estas¿
Esta mejor no ver lo hacia los ojos
Estas seguro de que lado de el vidrio estas¿
Vez la seguridad de la vida que haz hecho
Todo esta donde pertenece
Siente el vacio de tu corazon
Y todo
Ahi esta donde pertenece
Que si todo lo de alrededor de ti
No es lo que parece
Que si todo el mundo que conoces
Es un sueno elaborado¿
Y si miras tu reflexión
Fuiste todo lo que quisiste¿
Que si pudieras ver entre las grietas
Te encontrarías – te daría miedo ver¿
Que si todo el mundo estuviera dentro de tu cabeza
Puras creaciones de tu imaginación¿
Tus diablos y tus dioses todos los vivos y los muertos
Y en realidad estas solo
Puedes vivir en esta ilusión
Puedes escoger en creer
Sigues buscando pero no encuentras el bosque
Mientras te escondes en los arboles
Que si todo lo de alrededor de ti
No es lo que parece
Que si todo el mundo que conoces
Es un sueno elaborado¿
Y si miras tu reflexión
Fuiste todo lo que quisiste¿
Que si pudieras ver entre las grietas
Te encontrarías – te daría miedo ver¿
Novel
This project originally started as a novel, but at this point I feel that it would be better to present it as a graphic novel.
“I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination.
Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited.
Imagination encircles the world.” – Albert Einstein
Ideas and stories fuel my imagination that fills my head. They say that there’s nothing new under the sun, but I’m confident that something beautiful will come. I am my biggest obstacle, the Great Procrastinator, but in reality, nothing can stop me now.
Anne Rice, Trent Reznor and James O’Barr’s The Crow, have all been extremely inspirational and will always have a special place in my heart. Interesting fact, “In the 1990s O’Barr was affiliated with the experimental metal band Trust Obey, which was signed briefly to Trent Reznor‘s Nothing label before the band was dropped. Trust Obey released the album Fear and Bullets: Music to Accompany The Crow in 1993. The album was packaged with a special edition of The Crow graphic novel.”
Defined.
If there was one word…
nim⋅bus
1.Classical Mythology. a shining cloud sometimes surrounding a deity when on earth.
2.a cloud, aura, atmosphere, etc., surrounding a person or thing: The candidate was encompassed with a nimbus of fame.
3.halo (def. 1).
4.the type of dense clouds or cloud mass with ragged edges, that yields rain or snow; a rain cloud.
