Life is strange. oh so strange.
Not sure what I want to write here tonight.
I guess Im awake because tomorrow worries me a bit. Also my back is ******** up again but I just figured out the eggcrate wasnt on this bed and thats why it was so uncomfortable.
For a few days I was stuck thinking in ryhmes and just, look at all this
Theres a strip mine in my brain and a foundry in my stomach
Fill it up with neurons and wash it all with amber substance
And if the end result is sick well it always makes me sicker, throwin up my good ideas i guess it mightve been the liqour.
The procress is perpetual and stuck in constant motion
Regenerate on moutains mine the neruons put the work in
Trippy apparations float forever in my dome maybe here on paper they can finnally find a home
And i cant breath,
I bet the robins see it comin, the changing of seasons while im switchen up the reasons
That i bleed
Ink onto the paper, road trips in the summer contimplation in the winter
All those curls, cant hide these shakey hands but if i shake it in the right ways sometimes i please the band
Man
3 am. Words drag me outta bed.
If i dont write it out their ganna liquify my head
Ill fight em for my family what the ******** is family
I ponder on this question while im sippin on my hennessy
Alone
In my always dark apartment
Roaches on the ceiling strange patterns in the carpet
Ill clean the dirt off my shoes by walking through some wet grass
Keeping up the lame charade that im a guy with class
Ill grab my nuts, and pretend that im tough, but the truth is im a limp d**k b***h with no guts
Its hard to care for myself while i drown in shallow water i could do a sit up ******** it ill do it tomorrow
10 karot super easy plum cadnium free
poetry is precious and i wear it in my teeth
Yes my tounge is a trebuchet a seige weapon of words regurating injurys crafted and fed to birds
No one is listening ..
Crayolas in my finger tips scibbling childhood memories
******** kill me please i cant deal eith the catapillars in my guts
Posioing seeping into everyonce of blood
Self imposed stolkholm im over exposed the apeture is broken lights burning my bones and washing my image, who am i now no detail a mirage a visgae fill in the blanks crayoals in my fingers scribble oout
I go on in my push kick motion uerathanhe wings glide over blACk top oceans
Where the ******** did that go? It comes in waves I guess, months go by before it comes back, but, I guess I'm regenerating now. Hopefully I can get some of that to flow into eachother.. need more words for that tho. Aesop rock is a genuis, love the dudes flow. bus drivers cosmic cleavage is awesome too..
I'm not sure whyyy I"m still writing here. Last time I did was a manic drunken mess. Now I"m just sleepy but restless.
I wish honesty wouldn't cause so many complications. Oh well.
Just writing to write now I guess. It's relaxing.
Man, andre 3000s 16 aint enough is amazing. Dudes flow is amazing.
A dolphin dont shake his fin
Regardless if he gets in
or outta water most important thing for him is to swim.
Shes yelling sellings a sin, well so is telling young men, that selling is a sin if you dont offer new ways to win.
Good stuff.
I'm just raaaambling on. Jesus. xD the lama emote is bobbin his head to Andres dope beats. smilies/dramallama.gif
********.
Stupid things keep me up at night. I guess they're not stupid but. Yeah.
Just. People. That seems to be the theme for these past few days or weeks and well into the rest of the year probably. People I care about.
People hurting people people people. hmm. Conversation. Painful, impossible, wonderful, sad, wonderfully sad. Desperate.
Gah. 1:40 am.
This room is dark. Aesop rock raps about therapy, and song switches to a little 12 bar blues that I play my electric to. Tryin to get that soulful bluesy sound. Still just noodling though. hmm, My acoustic is behind me. Missing a string, The G string of course. Always good for a cheap joke and always gone when I wanna play those songs that need it most. Poor old Alvarez. All Charcoal black and deep cherry red. With enough dings in it, I'm surprised it hasnt cracked yet. Enough sweat in the wood that the laminate is wearing off from shirtless playing on summer days. Serenading an empty porch, playing sad chunky songs to roaches and flying things. The room is dark. Darker than I like. Then again my vision is going pretty quick. Looking at a torch through magnification all day is a good way to ruin your eyes. Good news is you dont need eyes to play music. How many songs do I have? I don't think I've ever counted..
lets seeeee
Gypsy soul (The King of Bones)
Bad mood
Hitchhike take flight
Birdman
Distant shores (alone)
******** today
Long way from home
Traveling rib cage
Cursed Feet
6 feet under
Lactose intolerance
We will miss you harambe
Bandidos Espaciales (space bandits) (still working on that one >. > its almost done though)
A boy I knew
Roberto
I thiiiiink thats all of them. Boy thats alot. 15 songs. Not counting the ones i've written with brian. Or the stupid one shots that came out of no where just jamming, like where did my cat go xD
ohhh geeeze
******** 2 years ago https://soundcloud.com/cage-pacer/where-did-my-cat-go
maaaan that was dumb xD
I aslkdjfas I forgot about this one xD
https://soundcloud.com/cage-pacer/creep-radiohead-cover
soooo bad, I actually ******** love that song but man that was fun.
ohhh I an cringing listening to these holy hell. Soooo bad, I've gotten so much better at singing. Jesus ********. We need to take this page down xD
ughhhh i'm so bad at the xD face.
https://soundcloud.com/cage-pacer/as-above-so-below ******** what the ******** were we doing jesus christ lol
oooh man, I need to get some decent recordings done lol, I can sing soooo much better than this D:
Oh geeze, that was a trip. fuuuuuuuck 2:10am
I reaaalllly need to go to bed. I guess it's back to tossing and turning. Blegh.
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