please let this be over in the morning

[funk_n_freedom]

ive got this mad idea to stop feeling like i must make music right now. an incineration of my thoughts and every minute the sound just drops to the storm outside. maybe its the freedom i need. somehow, ill relate to someone. every since i began ive felt a duty to my friends or to my self that i have to keep on making new music. learning new things. sometimes i can and other times are horrible. i think im going to just write for awhile. i dont know if thisll last past morning. if it does ill just go with it. tomorrow im going to start reading Catcher again. it took me places last time. last summer. maybe it will help me again. heres what i just when i was smoking a fag on the porch.

Can you feel it?
This is getting…Fucked up.
One more hit then another and another
Till your whole world’s up.

Will you take in?
A drop of magic
Do not fear for nothings tragic
When we’re all on drugs.

This is the night that we release the world
Filler for a shot
Lets get heavy lets get hot
How does it feel to be in?

We’re all lost running
Yes its awkward very stunning
When we’re all downtown
Yea we’re on downtown

Monday’s a train away
Rest’ll come on another day
Heaven doesn’t have room for fools
That are all fucked up
That are all downtown.