blah
I really don't know what I feel like writing
only that I want to write
I hate my random acts of inspiration
This happens witheverything I enjoy doing, be it singing, writing, drawing, painting, playing the clarinet,
Anything creative!
I will be overcome with an intense urge to do sed creative thing but will draw a blank as to the specifics of the endevor
At that point I sit in artist's limbo
Ican't move on in life untill I have satisfied this urge to express myself, but I'll be damed if I can figure out what I want to express
Wow, I really don't make sense
Blah, Blah blah blah bbbbbbbllahhhhhhh
there that is at least something I understand
Know once again I'm stuck in artist's limbo
I have this ideas, concepts etc That I desperatly want to expresss in words but any words that come to mind to do so seem exceedingly inadiquit or inapropriate.
ARG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well I'm siiting here in jasmin's Basement and it's like 8 sumthing in the am. I love her basement, It's like a fortress of solitude except with companionship. I know that is kinda and oxymoron, but it makes sense to me. I mean it's like down here I feel the weight of all the many troubles and stresses I carry twenty-four-seven lifted. I feel the relaxation I would if I were out meditating or listining to music under my favorite tree and at the same time I have the company of this amazing woman the world has dubed Jasmin. We can talk about anything! Any thought that flits into my brain I can let roll off my tounge with no worries of prosecution forlack of tact or saying something stupid. It's like a vacation from humanity. I mean I feel like when we converse or interact with other people we automaticly have these sensors and filters that alter and inhibit the things we do and say, and it's do automatic that we don't even realize we are doing it. THen to be around someone like Jasmine where all that just isn't necisary it's so freeing. It's like having led weights removed fromm your ankles that you didn't even know you had been wearing your entire life. It frees you mentaly and imotionaly so your sould, nowfreed of the weights, can go tra la la aand skip ant leap in the forest of mental quadries, right by the lake of creative blurbs and the feild of daydreams.
Wow sure do make a lot of sense (that was sarcastic by the way)
Ah well I have somewhat vented my urge to wright and for now I will go back to the couch next to the sleeping Jasmine and think, or sleep, or fart or whatever, and maybe some genuine inspiration will whack me on the head.
I'm a nut
only that I want to write
I hate my random acts of inspiration
This happens witheverything I enjoy doing, be it singing, writing, drawing, painting, playing the clarinet,
Anything creative!
I will be overcome with an intense urge to do sed creative thing but will draw a blank as to the specifics of the endevor
At that point I sit in artist's limbo
Ican't move on in life untill I have satisfied this urge to express myself, but I'll be damed if I can figure out what I want to express
Wow, I really don't make sense
Blah, Blah blah blah bbbbbbbllahhhhhhh
there that is at least something I understand
Know once again I'm stuck in artist's limbo
I have this ideas, concepts etc That I desperatly want to expresss in words but any words that come to mind to do so seem exceedingly inadiquit or inapropriate.
ARG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well I'm siiting here in jasmin's Basement and it's like 8 sumthing in the am. I love her basement, It's like a fortress of solitude except with companionship. I know that is kinda and oxymoron, but it makes sense to me. I mean it's like down here I feel the weight of all the many troubles and stresses I carry twenty-four-seven lifted. I feel the relaxation I would if I were out meditating or listining to music under my favorite tree and at the same time I have the company of this amazing woman the world has dubed Jasmin. We can talk about anything! Any thought that flits into my brain I can let roll off my tounge with no worries of prosecution forlack of tact or saying something stupid. It's like a vacation from humanity. I mean I feel like when we converse or interact with other people we automaticly have these sensors and filters that alter and inhibit the things we do and say, and it's do automatic that we don't even realize we are doing it. THen to be around someone like Jasmine where all that just isn't necisary it's so freeing. It's like having led weights removed fromm your ankles that you didn't even know you had been wearing your entire life. It frees you mentaly and imotionaly so your sould, nowfreed of the weights, can go tra la la aand skip ant leap in the forest of mental quadries, right by the lake of creative blurbs and the feild of daydreams.
Wow sure do make a lot of sense (that was sarcastic by the way)
Ah well I have somewhat vented my urge to wright and for now I will go back to the couch next to the sleeping Jasmine and think, or sleep, or fart or whatever, and maybe some genuine inspiration will whack me on the head.
I'm a nut