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.