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2002-04-24 18:36:50 ET So we went out and took some photos down at the canal last night. Peter already edited one of me. I told him I wanted to look/be dead...I guess having your brains blown out is the same...go check it out. http://www.subkultures.net/PeterGraves The new club that was opening this sat has been post-poned. The show still goes on though! We also have to go to a CD release party for the band that Peter did artwerk for. Its all the same night so we ll be juggling a bit. oOK I just found out there is anouther event at the Emerson...that sucks...it really does...sucks the fans right out from under us... So then any way...I wrote out this entire kick ass deep thought entry...then lost it. bleck~ So now I try to re-write it without sounding stupid. I was looking for my notebook that I had the sketches of a skirt I am working on. I thought they were next to the computer, but all I found were some of Peter s old notebooks. I couldn t remember what mine looked like so I had to thumb thru them a bit. That when I smelled him. The notebooks smelled like my baby. When you date someone for awhile your scents kinda mingle. Well this was his. It was a realy old notebook...maybe from highschool up until 99. There were some stories(I think) or maybe old memories. Some of it was where he kept track of his finances, which was really creepy. I kinda went thru them slowly trying to pick up some vibes...but there were only faint ones. Suprisingly I didn t pick up any bad vibes just interestingly faint ones and that smell. It was all his. |
