I just got in the biggest fist-fight you've ever seen. If you were there, that is. Otherwise, you probably didn't see it. Unless it was being broadcast across the internet. Like me. At this very instance I am being broadcast over the internet like some broken record reaching it's ultimate destination: the internet. I am everything. I am the internet. The internet is everything. Therefore I am, I think. I think, therefore I am.
Enough of that babelfish babbling. This is probably one of the most important posts I have ever made in my journal regarding my current health. My current health is great. You know what they say: "At least I still have my health!" Am I right or am I right?
This is a fucking stupid journal entry, I am not making any sense. I was Kill Bill vol. 2 on Friday. I mean I saw Kill Bill vol. 2 on Friday. I am listening to Killswitch Engage right now. The new cd is pretty good. I am pretty good. Actually I am pretty great. My health is pretty great. I am everything. My roommate just shrunk.
April 18, 2004
March 27, 2004
Here I am, sitting in my leather chair, dripping wet, naked, with my "how-do-you-do-madams" hanging out all over the place. It's really not that comfortable, but oh well. Buddy.
If you recall, I mentioned something about a contest where I would give away several of my cds to whomever could answer a certain question correctly. I don't remember the question and I don't feel like looking it up. In any event, nobody even sent in any answers and the final date of acceptance was last friday. So, alas, there are no winners. It just goes to show you that even if you don't like me you can still win my heart. I mean my cds.
The Third Man Saga has finished filming. Now it's just onto post-production and editing. Look for this brilliant story to arrive in your computers Summer/Fall 2004. Trust me, you'll be glad you did. Check out this poster, while you wait: Third Man Teaser Poster.
That's all for today I guess. I'm not really in a thinking mood, so my thoughts are not around to be written down. I'll leave you with two sets of lyrics I wrote since a time before.
To Die Alone (style of Sentenced)
Verdict is in and I'm still alive, but something inside this shell has died. Your heart, my heart, the crimson twain undone. No innocence. Once again, the snow begins to fall. You and I have been through it all, and now it's time we make separate paths. And I don't want to die alone, but your cold words are weighing on my back. Now as I walk in to the sunset, there's no turning back. Breathing in the dead silent wind, the knowing eyes, they know I have sinned. The bell tolls, the final stone is cast. Falling apart, you are breaking my heart. You pain my heart, and kill my every thought. The night blankets your deadly eyes. Snow covers my tracks, I'm never coming back. The light of hope is gone.
I Want Your Love (style of The Darkness)
Ooo baby, you're making me crazy, and I can't hold it in any longer or I will explode. I need you. I want you. Ooo baby, please don't make me tell you it again. I want your love, it don't matter how I get it. And you want mine too, oh baby, just admit it. You've got me running round in circles, and I don't know if this roller coaster will stop any time soon. I'm yours, and you're mine, and it's gonna stay that way until the end of time!
Oh and also check out some other interesting links to interesting things:
Lords of the Rhymes
Advent Rising
Movies to look forward to:
Jurrasic Park IV - directed by Steven Spieldberg
The Fountain - directed by Darren Aronofsky
CDs to look forward to:
Odd Project (download mp3 sample: here)
Shadows Fall
Unearth - The Oncoming Storm
Killswitch Engage - The End of Heartache (download mp3: here)
Beyond the Embrace - Insect Song (download mp3: here)
Beastie Boys
If you recall, I mentioned something about a contest where I would give away several of my cds to whomever could answer a certain question correctly. I don't remember the question and I don't feel like looking it up. In any event, nobody even sent in any answers and the final date of acceptance was last friday. So, alas, there are no winners. It just goes to show you that even if you don't like me you can still win my heart. I mean my cds.
The Third Man Saga has finished filming. Now it's just onto post-production and editing. Look for this brilliant story to arrive in your computers Summer/Fall 2004. Trust me, you'll be glad you did. Check out this poster, while you wait: Third Man Teaser Poster.
That's all for today I guess. I'm not really in a thinking mood, so my thoughts are not around to be written down. I'll leave you with two sets of lyrics I wrote since a time before.
To Die Alone (style of Sentenced)
Verdict is in and I'm still alive, but something inside this shell has died. Your heart, my heart, the crimson twain undone. No innocence. Once again, the snow begins to fall. You and I have been through it all, and now it's time we make separate paths. And I don't want to die alone, but your cold words are weighing on my back. Now as I walk in to the sunset, there's no turning back. Breathing in the dead silent wind, the knowing eyes, they know I have sinned. The bell tolls, the final stone is cast. Falling apart, you are breaking my heart. You pain my heart, and kill my every thought. The night blankets your deadly eyes. Snow covers my tracks, I'm never coming back. The light of hope is gone.
I Want Your Love (style of The Darkness)
Ooo baby, you're making me crazy, and I can't hold it in any longer or I will explode. I need you. I want you. Ooo baby, please don't make me tell you it again. I want your love, it don't matter how I get it. And you want mine too, oh baby, just admit it. You've got me running round in circles, and I don't know if this roller coaster will stop any time soon. I'm yours, and you're mine, and it's gonna stay that way until the end of time!
Oh and also check out some other interesting links to interesting things:
Lords of the Rhymes
Advent Rising
Movies to look forward to:
Jurrasic Park IV - directed by Steven Spieldberg
The Fountain - directed by Darren Aronofsky
CDs to look forward to:
Odd Project (download mp3 sample: here)
Shadows Fall
Unearth - The Oncoming Storm
Killswitch Engage - The End of Heartache (download mp3: here)
Beyond the Embrace - Insect Song (download mp3: here)
Beastie Boys
March 08, 2004
Allan Fritch: MY GOD
my dreamy socks: i am paying attention
Allan Fritch: my blog is wicked dark
my dreamy socks: did you updatae?
Allan Fritch: why has no one ever told me how dark it looks!
my dreamy socks: ?
Allan Fritch: no, but I am about to now!
Allan Fritch: because its so dark
Allan Fritch: i have to change the colors
Allan Fritch: its not supposed to be so black
Allan Fritch: its looks different on my lcd
Allan Fritch: at school
my dreamy socks: oh really?
Allan Fritch: yeah
Allan Fritch: man, everyone must think I'm totally goth
Allan Fritch: not that I'm not
my dreamy socks: yeah
my dreamy socks: you dark
my dreamy socks: gloomy person
Allan Fritch: I'm so depressed
my dreamy socks: why?
my dreamy socks: yeah..you proably are
Allan Fritch: you know me
Allan Fritch: always depressed
Allan Fritch: talking about things like drowning
Allan Fritch: in BLOOD
my dreamy socks: yes
my dreamy socks: because of me
Allan Fritch: in YOUR blood
my dreamy socks: i am paying attention
Allan Fritch: my blog is wicked dark
my dreamy socks: did you updatae?
Allan Fritch: why has no one ever told me how dark it looks!
my dreamy socks: ?
Allan Fritch: no, but I am about to now!
Allan Fritch: because its so dark
Allan Fritch: i have to change the colors
Allan Fritch: its not supposed to be so black
Allan Fritch: its looks different on my lcd
Allan Fritch: at school
my dreamy socks: oh really?
Allan Fritch: yeah
Allan Fritch: man, everyone must think I'm totally goth
Allan Fritch: not that I'm not
my dreamy socks: yeah
my dreamy socks: you dark
my dreamy socks: gloomy person
Allan Fritch: I'm so depressed
my dreamy socks: why?
my dreamy socks: yeah..you proably are
Allan Fritch: you know me
Allan Fritch: always depressed
Allan Fritch: talking about things like drowning
Allan Fritch: in BLOOD
my dreamy socks: yes
my dreamy socks: because of me
Allan Fritch: in YOUR blood
February 26, 2004
I found some lyrics I wrote since I last posted lyrics I wrote. Would you like to see them? You would, wouldn't you? So you can criticize them. Well, okay!
In Light of a Lost Love
Lying, dreaming all by myself of our starlit sea, but I'm all alone. But with you, I could dream, and you'd be there, my love. Can we just go back to the beggining, with you here? Why can't we just go back to the beginning, when it was clear? Just stay with me beneath the widowed sky. You're the wind that holds my wings yet stings my eyes. I guess I'm on my own. Waiting for your gentle touch, I've got this invitation but I cannot go. Without you, I'd stumble, and I'd be lost, alone.
A Concept for Drama
Symphonic minds draw sour notes. Our lines are crossed, we've crossed the line. Deafened by the silent score, the record's needle scars the spine. For the love of my life, I'll let you leave. Let these shining notes end this scene. "We promisesd too much," this traitor starts, a valiant effort through and through. Punching holes in paper hearts, the spindle's needle breaks the glue. For the love of my life, I'll walk away silently. The curtains draw , a starlit finale. A silhouette of penance is torn across the stage. The horizon is your threshhold leading you to change.
Our Last Penitence
Like a foretold rumor, the fortunes of our lives shatter at our feet. No innocence escapes this time, no purity, no honor. Beheld as a fallen saint, they scar our skin. The precious blood stains her wings, a sorrowful sight. Encrusted with the profound reminder of a life once lived, the feathers fall to the floor. The shattered remnants of providence, blood-stained and comfortable, litter our paths. This is our last penitence, our final goodbye to luxury.
Melodies Come Undone
Waiting patiently for a look from your eyes, the callous mirrors just reflect my face. Staring absently at the spot between your thighs; the veiled reminder of your grace. With the cold white light of your heart as my guide I'll make my way through the tangles of what once was. Yesterday, you killed the sun so feed the flame of your frail fire so I can find my way away from this love denied. Building dioramas of the last day of our love; but the glue won't stick to anything but our hands. Sitting at my piano, melodies come undone; their first notes were gone before they even began. With the cold white light of your heart as my guide I'll make my way through the tangles of what once was. Yesterday, I killed your son, the one that was forged of my flaws. I am no longer the broken heart that I once was, I just need to let go. Why is it so cold? This is getting so old. Let it go.
And there you have it.
In Light of a Lost Love
Lying, dreaming all by myself of our starlit sea, but I'm all alone. But with you, I could dream, and you'd be there, my love. Can we just go back to the beggining, with you here? Why can't we just go back to the beginning, when it was clear? Just stay with me beneath the widowed sky. You're the wind that holds my wings yet stings my eyes. I guess I'm on my own. Waiting for your gentle touch, I've got this invitation but I cannot go. Without you, I'd stumble, and I'd be lost, alone.
A Concept for Drama
Symphonic minds draw sour notes. Our lines are crossed, we've crossed the line. Deafened by the silent score, the record's needle scars the spine. For the love of my life, I'll let you leave. Let these shining notes end this scene. "We promisesd too much," this traitor starts, a valiant effort through and through. Punching holes in paper hearts, the spindle's needle breaks the glue. For the love of my life, I'll walk away silently. The curtains draw , a starlit finale. A silhouette of penance is torn across the stage. The horizon is your threshhold leading you to change.
Our Last Penitence
Like a foretold rumor, the fortunes of our lives shatter at our feet. No innocence escapes this time, no purity, no honor. Beheld as a fallen saint, they scar our skin. The precious blood stains her wings, a sorrowful sight. Encrusted with the profound reminder of a life once lived, the feathers fall to the floor. The shattered remnants of providence, blood-stained and comfortable, litter our paths. This is our last penitence, our final goodbye to luxury.
Melodies Come Undone
Waiting patiently for a look from your eyes, the callous mirrors just reflect my face. Staring absently at the spot between your thighs; the veiled reminder of your grace. With the cold white light of your heart as my guide I'll make my way through the tangles of what once was. Yesterday, you killed the sun so feed the flame of your frail fire so I can find my way away from this love denied. Building dioramas of the last day of our love; but the glue won't stick to anything but our hands. Sitting at my piano, melodies come undone; their first notes were gone before they even began. With the cold white light of your heart as my guide I'll make my way through the tangles of what once was. Yesterday, I killed your son, the one that was forged of my flaws. I am no longer the broken heart that I once was, I just need to let go. Why is it so cold? This is getting so old. Let it go.
And there you have it.
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