"spit" and roll

i left an open door
i left an open door
so you could get to know me
my keys are hanging just inside
the inner walls are lonely

you'll find inside my style of death
you'll see through it to yourself
close by, not quite locked away
my story on a shelf

if you look deeper just through there
my nature splashed around
the half-formed pictures of my mind
their whys cannot be found

locked away deep in the back
the tools and space
to view my world around me
and turn it over
inside out
reflect it back for all to see

danny gilboa and his band were amazing tonight! that's two excellent performances in a row ^_^

gco called me up just before i left, and really annoyed me. i don't appreciate his attitude towards me, i don't need friends who don't respect me and i certainly don't need to waste my time with people who talk a lot and do little - or at the very least, think that *my* talk is cheap.

i left on time, arrived only a little late, and discovered that i'd been misinformed and that the theatre / club was only opening half an hour later... oh, well. i went to olive and had a sandwich, scribbling notes and laughing at some of the things i wrote half a year ago. i have filled the sketchpad i bought in december, it's now time for a new one :)

the addition of an electric guitar and a synth made an enormous difference, and it was a night of serious rock 'n roll - i thoroughly enjoyed myself. i walked back slowly, stopping for great frozen yoghurt on the way, and have been plucking my guitar and learning about sound and will soon get into bed.

i had a good laugh at myself on the way back - my conversation with the man in the suit has put me in a bit of a bind aside from the obvious stress of my future's uncertainty: i promised to really behave myself until the end of my service, and that's an awful long time :P