Well, while I find myself often swinging between "curiosity" and "anger", I don't really see those as being driving forces in my life anymore.
These days, I would have to attribute my motivation to simple stubborness, and maybe a dash of lust. And by lust, I mean a lust for everything I find desirable. Sheer, wanton gluttony. Yee-haw.
Hedonism seems to be a rather effective cure for depression, too.
If carpenters made buildings the way programmers make programs, the first woodpecker to come along would destroy all of civilization. Anonymous
Hmm the things that keep me going are mainly hunger, hunger for food gets me off of the couch. Hunger for art gets me to the studio, Museum, Library, internet. Hunger for music gets me to the bars, cd's. Etc...
As for emotions they are just the icing on the cake the bitter in the coffee.
At the very least a body to talk to at the most someone to love.
and good sex helps lol
The things you can't remember tells the things you can't forget
Humor....and my girl calling me "Tommy Tuna Twat".
Yes, I have wished you were dead. You are just another face in the crowd, someone who brings me suffering, someone I truely hate.
http://www.myspace.com/codeine_coma
What is driving me? You know, that's a damn good question. I'm not so sure I know anymore.
Shepherds we shall be for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand so our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. We shall send a river unto Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be.
I'm with most everyone else in this thread ... Hope ... and the occasional buzz of happiness when someone posts real nice things about my music, like they did here: http://www.thesunmachine.net ... like WOW![/i]
Shepherds we shall be for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand so our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. We shall send a river unto Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be.
the fact that eventually my boi will be home.
that i wont have to see him only 5 minutes out of 24 hours...
that if i do indeed go "insane" i will never see him, save visiting hours in the "hospital".......
this counts as love, another term for insanity.....
h~