curbdrop out of grace

off my mind outside the window looking outside there's a fence

i was looking at random blogs and came across one that was using the same template as me (which isn't really odd). however the purpose of the blog was for drug rehab. that sort of made me laugh to myself because i feel like this blog could be a form of drug rehab.

but for different types of drugs.

i wrote a song today. it started off in minor aching keys. i tried hard to make use of the normally unused chords. however in the end, i gave in to the majors and so on. the true test is if i'll recall this song after the anticipated few days of absence that is to come.

there's a sense of accomplishment after writing a decent guitar riff. it's like the feeling one gets after one has an enema.

i need to learn how to take compliments better. i am terrible. i feel embarassed and shame almost. like i got caught with my dick in the cookie jar.

who stole the cookie? who do you think? uh awkward errection...

you know, one trains one's mind to be a solid instrument. when one is a child, one is one with one's untapped potential mind, making jargon that makes sense only to oneself. and then one loses that when one becomes an adult, until one "loses it" so to speak. then one is an unraveled mess with one's thoughts taking over one's self. one breeds creativity, compensating with one's sanity. someone just whispered that into my year. that is a crazy thought.

careful
go low
breathe slow
let go
implode
breathe fast
held hold
explode
ride the points

posted by fillshe @ 10:32 PM