is the first time an artist dies one of my idols. ... or rather, is the first time I feel mature enough to understand the importance and the loss of him in his field.
with Will Eisner was too stupid and too little educated.
once, at a trade show, looking at my book, they told me that in this design there was too much better and that I should look at someone else because they already had too many copies.
was not entirely true that sentence. but I tried and I am somewhere in my head sounded even vaguely like a compliment.
he says that seems a bit ' Inari. the similarity was not intentional, but I am glad to think about it. ... then, maybe, if not quite right, almost nothing is wrong.
new york view for the first time is like the first time you have sex.
you have spoken, you've seen a lot of movies, you probably said "sooner or later I do" and maybe you think when you're alone, you've fantasized and you've dreamed about it. but in the end it's all different, all the more strange, everything is infinitely more exciting and everything infinitely better.
the street you can breathe a different area. live inside your favorite movies, cross the road with millions of people, drink a coffee while walking, you hear sirens and taxis pass the time.
people are different but equal, but there is veiled racism, rappers stop you on the street to sell their own self-called because they hope that their path to success, the clerks are friendly, cheerful and the kids approved, the girls are on average less pussy than you expected, for road there are crazy.
I have not traveled much. know the world to hear. European capitals are missing me. ... but I know that there are few like New York.
frantic, complacency, global, business, sold off, bright.
the view from the Empire State buiding makes you understand many things.
there are only pros, but I have done without ignoring the negatives. critical that no one wants to be his home.
... because sooner or later I'm going to live, I know.
... and the girl who sat next to mirco meters on the last day and I swear I was smiling the reincontrerò.
I was home and I've always known. I hope that soon everyone will experience.
life as a cartoonist will lead, almost inevitably, in a sort of self-imposed expiration of autism. so I'm told people well informed of the facts.
I believe, anyway. I do not think
to contacts with UFOs and Sasquatch.
but today I thought it will end well. ... After all, I was coloring a table with the television on mute who sent images of a pseudo-porn and Mazzy Star with a soundtrack from your computer.
end decidedly unspectacular, if I am allowed an opinion.
... I have no idea what I wanted to express that. they told me that lately I'm getting cryptic. once someone has also defined test. that time I was also very bad. well ... but now I'm not a god, but the results do not match.
a brief moment of clarity broke through the defening hum, but it was too late - red sparowes
jericho is over, I sleep too much, scrubs does not start, I think too, next week's concert, I sleep weird, Jeff is recovering, reaper swings, the film goes, I have a package to be shipped.
hate Thursdays.
March I is not even so much fun.
for the "women in my life," Kaki King:
her and anyone who passes by here, I spend a bit 'Conor Oberst. soon.
"You know, beautiful, and everything in able to keep a door to exit" sang francesco renga. words are not his, but it does not matter.
for once in my life, I boasted even without having the voice of francesco renga, I have a plan and Plan B, which is bad if the plan I can always resort to Plan B , so I saved your ass in case of failure of plan through the development of Plan B .
so.
... but the feeling that grips when the plan fails to be funny.
When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone, when you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on. Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.
Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along. When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on) if you feel like letting go, (hold on) when you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on.
Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends. Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand. If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone
If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long, when you think you've had too much of this life to hang on.
Well, everybody hurts sometimes, everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes. And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. (repeat & fade) (Everybody hurts. You are not alone.)
perchè un po' di buona musica ogni tanto ci vuole.
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