Name? George Bryan Diaz. Place? In front of my P.C., the computer, keyboard, mouse, and music. Smashing Pumpkins, electric guitars, distortion -you get it, the point. My life, now, laid out on some other blog (bunionblood8.tumblr.com) but I quit that shit. Starting over, new project, and after Three books, I'm back, -at it again. Something new, something different. Another piece, ongoing, a blog. Writing, pictures, music, all that shit. Check it. Stay.
Friday, January 25, 2013
its in that time when you're hungry, when you're tired, when you're cold. When you're not sure if anyone is listening anymore, when you're not sure if you care. The time when you lose sleep, when you wake up early, and try to knock out a few paragraphs, a few explanations.. its when you neglect everyone, everything, yourself and the fact that you sleep alone.. its at these times in the infinite space of a story you tell, evolving with your work, its in this time that you find it, that it reveals itself to you -from the fireworks on the water, and the supernovas forming, its out here... trust me, it's out here
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