last night i wrote a song.
in my sleep, from start to finish.
shame it's forgotten now.

do you ever get the feeling that something;
everything is fundamentally flawed?
that it's all wrong, like some terrible secret that no one has the heart to share

still going nowhere, only faster

yes, it's easy now.
it should be more distressing, but it just isn't.
this is the old fashioned way.
this is me not panicking.

I was hit with a bout of inspiration in the car. I was going to dredge up an old, ongoing project. I was going to perfect my art. I scrambled for paper and pen, but there was none to be found. I was forced to wait ( Read more... )

up & off on some unrelated tangent
that's wonderful & all
but how did my head get so fucked up fo fast?

i slipped ...

do you ever feel like everything you do is for nothing?
do you shout at no one?
does anyone listen?

hold on ... i think i got someone else's order by mistake.

jesus christ,
get over it.

ulterior motive? moi?

my head won't stop shouting ..

cross that off the list of things to do before i die

repeat after me:
I am in no way prepared for this