(Is he hearing what she's not saying?)
Saturday, 02/16/02 - 11:08 am.

My last entry sucked.

The Symphonic Orchestra Of Suicide:

The wind instrument players remind me of someone's mouth with a gun stuck in (only the player blows to the outside, the gun blows to the inside).

The violin players remind me of someone's wrists being slashed with a depressive elegance.

That's all I could come up with on thursday, when I saw the National Symphonic Orchestra.

I could play an instrument in that Orchestra: The little silver triangle.

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