Hot in this room. /// p.link
I should try to wake up earlier in the morning: when I sleep until the lunch time I feel like
I've lost half of the day and then I get very little done. Maybe it's all heat fault... maybe I should just buy an air conditioner. Well, I should, I should, I should... I always should but I never do a thing... :) I should practise with the drums at least two hours a day; I should read something, and not just stand facing this screen; I should stop thinking so intensely about things I'll never understand; I should take a rest, and take a shower, too; I should have a little air cut; I should concentrate only on the art of becoming better.
I should... change. Maybe.
But let's just blame the heat to make it simple.
Because I'm... too proud to admit I was the wrong one.
And too scared to make something good at all.
Gilles @ Sunday, July 02, 2006 ///
Test /// p.link
I'm just trying...
Gilles @ Friday, June 30, 2006 ///
Gilles = A. Black
seventeen. drummergirl. blondy. apolitical. animals addicted. atheist. you would like to slap her face if you knew her. indipendent. curious, too much. desencantàda. she gets angry very easily. fascinated by everything. depressed; deloused. she can't stan still. her tongue looks like a geographical map. she would like to stop being a dreamer. but she still can't tell the dream from the truth. she does trust none. she's on drugs. (life is a drug. but she's too stoned to think about it.)
Lovelist
Terry Bozzio. her drums. the music. entertaining stupid people. the walls of her room. Monchichì. fainting. the speeding. beer. drinking and then driving. the motorcycles. her cushion. the taste of the bitter drops when they come down. the echoes. the opium smell. the desert places. the wind. when the parties end. feeling like a victim. the languages. Deutch. the night. the moon. the mythology. being frightened. the smell of the drummer after he played. the indians and the cowboys. the heroes and the gods.
Hatelist
In practice the 99% of what surrounds me. the television. the catholics. eric clapton. the insomnia. the herpes. not having exactly everything under control. those ones that use you and than step on you. loving. the rules, I can't follow 'em. the painful memories. not existing. the labels that people stick on other people, and all that persons that need definitions, because without 'em they're nothing. Well, fuck you.
Music 
Dream Theater, Mars Volta, At The Drive-In, Frank Zappa, Rush, Sepultura, ACDC, Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, Metallica, Sigur Ròs, Cinderella, Jimi Hendrix, Joe Satriani, Soulfly, Cradle of Filth, System of a Down, Toad The Wet Sprocket, Death, Megadeth, Cake, Alice Cooper, A Perfect Circle, Audioslave, Judas Priest, Motorhead, Rage, Transplants, Liquid Tension Ex., Deep Purple, Brian Eno, Steve Vai, In Flames, Machine Head, Iron Maiden, Slayer, John Frusciante, Mudvayne, Queens of the Stone Age, Rammstein, Soundgarden, Nightwish...
Muses that inspires me
Seta
Oceano Mare
Il fu Mattia Pascal
Eneide
Inni alla Notte
Sarah
I Ragazzi dello Zoo Di Berlino
Il Cavaliere Inesistente
Il Ritratto di Dorian Gray
The Lord of the Rings
Divina Commedia
Eva Luna Racconta
La Casa degli Spiriti
Certi Bambini
Novecento
Le Fleurs Du Mal
Pulp Fiction
Sin City
Arancia Meccanica
Donnie Darko
The Big Lebowski
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