tonight
smacking the hands of my head reaching back, because i love too much to do this. i love to much to break down. not that i've been breaking down lately. a little sad. i do like to let myself just idle if i'm feeling confused or overwhelmed, and i've had to force myself through that fog lately. it's a thick fog. sometimes it feels like i'm baby sitting myself, and it's hard. gotta do what i gotta do. finally.
what if our eyes were up on a stalk back behind our head, giving us a view like in an adventure video game? now wouldn't that be something. i feel like that sometimes.
i'm taking drum lessons here next semester + getting a key to the percussion studio. hot damn. drum set, 24/7.
so yeah,there are a lot of gears grinding against eachother in my head right now. i've started writing a lot more regularly on paper, just whatever i have in mind, and i'm going to throw it all into something. it feels good to have something to build on, to keep building.
did you download my raw beats, featured a few entries back? no, it's okay, mang.
nonsense:
i hope to sell a wishing well
it is so deep, imagine what
bank account may reap
the interest up continually creeps
instead of work all day, i sleep
in my high school
we were so cool
some were somewhat sick
like that boy who would yell
"suck a dog's d*ck!"
i hated my western civ teacher
i wanted to cherry bomb
her mailbox
that'll teach her
over her foulups of language
on tests i would trip
i'd get back papers
she stapled
a boys desire to rip?
surely no fable
the music in pizza joes
uses words that kids to know
when customers oppose
rudd would calmly sit
and say
"lady, i don't give a sh*t"
life is great, the streets
walk no thugs
i have a million friends
am never short on hugs
and no one i know sells drugs
we're all guaranteed cushy jobs
where loved ones grin at us
from coffee mugs
every time i take a sip
i give them a kiss
instead of "them" i typed "her"
freudian slip?
i can't admit, i'm too late in age,
or else i'll never come of it
what if our eyes were up on a stalk back behind our head, giving us a view like in an adventure video game? now wouldn't that be something. i feel like that sometimes.
i'm taking drum lessons here next semester + getting a key to the percussion studio. hot damn. drum set, 24/7.
so yeah,there are a lot of gears grinding against eachother in my head right now. i've started writing a lot more regularly on paper, just whatever i have in mind, and i'm going to throw it all into something. it feels good to have something to build on, to keep building.
did you download my raw beats, featured a few entries back? no, it's okay, mang.
nonsense:
i hope to sell a wishing well
it is so deep, imagine what
bank account may reap
the interest up continually creeps
instead of work all day, i sleep
in my high school
we were so cool
some were somewhat sick
like that boy who would yell
"suck a dog's d*ck!"
i hated my western civ teacher
i wanted to cherry bomb
her mailbox
that'll teach her
over her foulups of language
on tests i would trip
i'd get back papers
she stapled
a boys desire to rip?
surely no fable
the music in pizza joes
uses words that kids to know
when customers oppose
rudd would calmly sit
and say
"lady, i don't give a sh*t"
life is great, the streets
walk no thugs
i have a million friends
am never short on hugs
and no one i know sells drugs
we're all guaranteed cushy jobs
where loved ones grin at us
from coffee mugs
every time i take a sip
i give them a kiss
instead of "them" i typed "her"
freudian slip?
i can't admit, i'm too late in age,
or else i'll never come of it