snippet of potential lyrics and some other stuff.

[wheresomego]

The ship's deck was slippery wet
with perspiration perpetually pumping
hearts and knives and telephone debt;
the sea quietly molded into something
new, new, new
you can see it, can't you?
Hiding

The mutiny was swift but fair
with devilish derivative defamation
of hearts and knives and quantified air;
our body's linguistic proclamation
you, you, you
know invention, don't you?
Hiding

The fallen searcher walks the plank
and familiar faces rob the banks
with sub-atomic sheik couture-
I don't believe you anymore.

new, new, new,
you can see it, can't you?
Hiding in plain view.

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Still stuck in the same rut. It's weird to feel debilitated by nothing, but hey, thems the breaks.

Loops are taking shape. I need to stop falling into old riffs. Band practice today was really good, considering that we hadn't played together in two weeks. It seems like my friends are having death enter their lives in very sudden ways as of late. The show is tomorrow night; I'm doing a wah-wah solo, I think. Hopefully it goes to plan.

Accountability.

Be Well.