ooh la la

i need to listen to more of what i say because it's makes for better sentences.

by "sentences", i mean better free-flowing thoughts.

by "free-flowing thoughts", i mean better songs, i think.

i've gotta' write in some capacity. (i almost wrote "crapacity", and as of now, that's pretty accurate). i'll be homeless and miserable if i don't make the push turn into a shove.

based on pages and pages and notebooks of notebooks of half-written scribbles of thought, i could die and be post-humously endured. but, i'd rather actually gather those things and make some musical use of them. i'm not a great vocalist by any means and i'm a decent guitar player, and even my writing is probably like a pre-teen falling in love, but i think i can make something of it. why not...i don't have anything else to do.

hey, blogworld

i'm so lazy.

i'm so burned/burnt (burnt looks better) out on the idea of nothing. (i sound like an idiot).

what do i have at my disposal? too much. i have "too" of everything, and it's become a hindrance to overcome.

i want to be something else. the idea of "else" is pretty great. "else" is a hard place to get to.

i don't even know where i am. am i in a place where i just constantly regret everything i do, and constantly devote myself to cynically attack every decent, original thought that comes into my head? i'm totally terrified of whatever's in these bones and beneath this skin.

my life is excruciatingly exciting. it comes at the expense of progression.

this is good. what can be better

???

i'll keep this post. i'll keep it. i'll keep because it came out.

reversion.inversion.

beats sleep.

beats a tired hand

and a scratchy piece of paper

scratching my eyes

johnny cash soloing

condensing breaths of a wind

to spit out "That"

dear, that's such a decorative lantern

a-thank-you, confusion

confusion meet me

salsa dancing (stole that)

avec

MY MY

confusion