coreline

after a weekend of clubbing about being a ultra-superstar, bathing in champagne, dancing with  modles from Milan, driving about in limos and signing the brests of my adoring fans monday comes arround and i have to wake up two hour early

seriously tho, ace weekend, combichrist were singing to a backing track (which isnt really miming)  but they put so much into it... i have seen actual live acts with gituars and everything have less of a stage presence then theese guys, hot shit.
also, two drummers... well industrial.

the lighting was fantastic, i hope the rosetta has a shadow of the sophistication of that rig, i really want to dance about in a see of gator lights and big strobes... yep, i guess that the only thing about me which isnt gay is my sexual prefrence

i got final fantisy XVIMMXXX in town on sunday, it is sufficiantly pleasing, but i hsould hae been working on my noise.

i guess thats what sucks about mondays... the chains go back on and you suddenly realsise, no matter how productive you have been, you still wasted the time.
*meah*