I don't feel funny. I don't feel creative. I don't feel "writing room, hanging out, smoking pot and throwing genius ideas off the wall, shooting them down and gluing them together with honey and peanut butter." Don't feel like cigarettes and cloves. Dont' feel whiskey and conversation.
I'm last-track-on-the-album ready to check out.
I'm not even
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