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test today, so now I'm done with time to kill. It was weird taking a test completly soaked, water in my shoes, but at least the heat is on.
now here in the library. weird how fast the weather changes, last week it was too cold in here from the a/c for me to stand.... ha, everythings a metaphor for life when you look at it. Though most of the time they're really cheesy metaphors.
I was thinking today about how much of a romantic i used to be. Playing up everything in my life with some thought of profound beauty. I'm not sure when I flipped it to the dramatic and not romantic. Shaking on a bathroom floor used be some romantic notion to illustrate where i was in my life, now it does the same without the notion... maybe it's more real now then it was then. Maybe i'm just a complete nut job. Either way I'm entertaining."So entertain us, come on and sing us a song"
Speaking of which, i began finishing some songs I started writting the end of last month... almost a month has gone by and I'm not dead...in fact, happier now then i was then. I'm going to record them at home, drunk as possible - just for puncuation - when I finish taking my break from drinking... apparently I do it a lot. Maybe i'm regaining my romanace with each bottle or maybe that's just a romantic thought. In anycase, i'm recording these songs to close a chapter of my life without the time gap it usually takes. Make everyone read the open book i am before i move on to the next chapter. Express rather then repress. Attempt to regain the theraputic value of song writting that it used to hold for me... and sometimes does. Though in the end I know it'll be drama... only make problems worse... and probably be the fist time someone gets mad at things i've written.
"There's no use to keep a secret,
everything I hide ends up in lyrics...
so read on- accuse me when you're done-
if it sounds like I did you wrong."
The bathroom blowdryer!!! That'll do something for my soaked pants!
now here in the library. weird how fast the weather changes, last week it was too cold in here from the a/c for me to stand.... ha, everythings a metaphor for life when you look at it. Though most of the time they're really cheesy metaphors.
I was thinking today about how much of a romantic i used to be. Playing up everything in my life with some thought of profound beauty. I'm not sure when I flipped it to the dramatic and not romantic. Shaking on a bathroom floor used be some romantic notion to illustrate where i was in my life, now it does the same without the notion... maybe it's more real now then it was then. Maybe i'm just a complete nut job. Either way I'm entertaining."So entertain us, come on and sing us a song"
Speaking of which, i began finishing some songs I started writting the end of last month... almost a month has gone by and I'm not dead...in fact, happier now then i was then. I'm going to record them at home, drunk as possible - just for puncuation - when I finish taking my break from drinking... apparently I do it a lot. Maybe i'm regaining my romanace with each bottle or maybe that's just a romantic thought. In anycase, i'm recording these songs to close a chapter of my life without the time gap it usually takes. Make everyone read the open book i am before i move on to the next chapter. Express rather then repress. Attempt to regain the theraputic value of song writting that it used to hold for me... and sometimes does. Though in the end I know it'll be drama... only make problems worse... and probably be the fist time someone gets mad at things i've written.
"There's no use to keep a secret,
everything I hide ends up in lyrics...
so read on- accuse me when you're done-
if it sounds like I did you wrong."
The bathroom blowdryer!!! That'll do something for my soaked pants!