Sometime i hate myself... i never think before i do something. Never think about anyone else. My mouth runs away from me.. i cant control my fingers as they type. My mind races at a million mph. I tell myself stuff i know is`nt true. That i dont mean a damn thing.... that computer games, and film are way high up on the list, im at the bottom. That if i am graced with time, it`s only late night when sleep calls, and theres not much time to talk. And then you go do something really stupid, something you dont mean.. and now you wished maybe you had`nt. Or maybe it was meant to be.. maybe what someone had told you the day before was true.. maybe what you thought about today pushed it? Blame distance.. its a factor, but i blame time more.. time someone is`nt willing to give. Time maybe they don`t have.And that`s why distance is to blame. Why im to blame. Why my thoughts are to blame, why my fingers need to stop typing. Why i will never stop writing. Why i will never stop thinking. Why i will forever be trapped in my own thoughts, my own feelings and never think of anyone else. Why i am destined to be alone. Maybe thats how i really like it though? My own misery, i have always said i like to be miserble.. i write better then.... (?)

Lines to Live By

[Wearing nothing but a MusicTown apron]
Gina: Welcome to MusicTown, may I service you?

Lucas: Mitchell's the man Joe.
Joe: And the man calls all the shots.
Lucas: Damn the man.
Joe: Let me explain it to you. Mitchell's the man. I'm the idiot. You're the screw-up. And we're all losers. Welcome to music town.

A.J.: Joe, I need to ask your advice. Now I know you know a lot about love and women and all that sort of thing...
Joe: Oh yeah, my wife left me for another woman and my girlfriend forced me to leave at gunpoint. Does this qualify me?
A.J.: Oh yeah, definitely.

[Answering the phone]
Mark: Empire Records, open 'til midnight, this is Mark.
[pause]
Mark: Midnight.

Debra: Hey Lucas, is it true you committed the perfect crime?
Lucas: Not entirely perfect.

Eddie: This music is the glue of the world Mark. It's what holds it all together. Without this, life would be meaningless.
Mark: Hey, did you hear about Lucas?
Eddie: Hey Lucas man, I hear you went to Vegas and you married a mobster's wife and now you've got a hit on you and stuff. Is that true?
Lucas: Not entirely true.
Eddie: Well outlaw man, we solute you.
Lucas: Thank you Eddie.
Eddie: No problem.

Debra: No visible tattoos.
Gina: No revealing clothing.
Debra: We're both screwed. At least you're used to it.

[Warren is being taken to jail]
Lucas: Don't drop the soap, Warren.

Mitch: Why do I get the feeling that I'm being royally screwed?
Joe: Because you are, Mitch.







Lucas: Joe, I think it's gonna be okay.
Joe: What makes you think that?
Lucas: Who knows where thoughts come from? They just appear.

Joe: Where's the money, Lucas?
Lucas: Joe, the money is gone.
Joe: I know it's GONE, where's it gone to?
Lucas: Atlantic City.
Joe: Atlantic City? Is it coming BACK from Atlantic City?
Lucas: I... I don't think so.
Joe: What's it DOING in Atlantic City?
Lucas: Recirculating.

Gina: Attention Rex Manning fans, to your left you will notice a shoplifter being chased by night manager, Lucas. This young man will be caught, deep fried in a vat of hot oil and served to our first hundred customers. Just another tasty treat from the gang at Empire Records.

Lucas: I do not regret the things I have done, but those I did not do.

Debra: I guess nobody really has it all together.
Corey: No.
Debra: I feel like I should welcome you to the club or something. Anyway, did you really want to do Rex Manning in the count-out room? Is that how you always imagined your first time would be? Your back up against the daily totals and your feet pounding against the safe- Oh Rexy stop that. You're so sexy.
Corey: Why are you being so nice to me?
Debra: Let's save our Hallmark moment.

Jane: What are you doing later?
Joe: I don't know. I'm either going to jail or hell I can't decide.

Lucas: Mark, who's your favorite singer?
Mark: Axl.
Lucas: Well if Axl Rose was driving down the highway, and saw Rex Manning stranded on the side of the road, do you think Axl Rose would stop and help him?
Mark: [thinks] ...Does Axl have a jack?

Lucas: Many people say that it doesn't make a difference but I say that its the differences that makes it

Lady who came in at closing: Do you think the story is already written or do you think a bold and courageous act can change the course of history?

Joe: Every minute that goes by I don't call the cops I look like a bigger banana head
Lucas: Joe, I can categorically say: You are not a bigger banana head

Jane: Do any of you like Rex Manning's new record?
Lucas/Warren/AJ: [Laughing and snickering]
Jane: What?
Warren: Dance Party USA teenybopper type of shit, right?
Jane: I don't know. Actually, it tested well amongteenage males.
Lucas: Jane, did you compare the percentage of teenage male Rex Manning fans to the incidents of homosexuality among teenage males?








Warren: Stop calling me Warren,

There ya are minding ur own, and some weirdo (glasses wearing balding skin head type man u loving jim morrison wannabe>. aka cookie)...person invites you up to his room. Your only at his front door because you have to drop something off to his mum, who is`nt there. Yet you still find yourself going up to this room. That you might add, you aint been in since you were prolly 16/17. The room is excaty the same as you remeber it, except for one thing. The wall that once had a massive poster of his beloved ryan giggs, now is home to a ginormous john lennon poster. Which at first strikes odd with you, considering this person once declared utter hatered for the man. That was indeed why you bothered to hang out and drink with said person all those years ago. Now he tells you that he is god (john not cookie, though i`m sure he does think heis also). You ask him were the booze is at, he gives you a can from what he calls a mini fridge. I have a mini fridge.. that was not one! That was 17 mini fridges! You keep looking at this john lennon poster because you are sure it`s staring at you. In fact it is bloody freaking you out. You do not want to, one, have john lennons poster looking at you, and also having to watch big sodding brother at the same time. You think to youself, err non what they fk u doing here with jim morrison wannabe and a fk-ing "im coming to life" poster of john freaking lennon, while i might add watching a shite arsed tv show that makes you want to stab yourself with a folk (fork). And then when you a damn sure john lennon just spoke to you (having said he has a box of chalks (???) and did you want one). You know your cracking up. Or that maybe you have had one to many lockets/tunes/soothers/halls and bottles of chemist brought and doctors prescribed bottles of medicine. And think you better cut down on it. Ands also go home before john really does talk to you. But the eye`s were diffo watching you, you are utterly convinced of that. And are even declaring it fact. There fore you are a crackpot!
wooooo! Yes clearly i dont get out much. They only open the cage once in a while you know. And only then with "special" attachments to it.. pills, gaurds, stun gun, and in case anything gets bad, a steam roller to run me down with. (im not kidding.. well slightly).