a fish just like me

some people continue to create.. all the time. not hung up on how to get it done, just getting it done. I admire that, the free and fair, the stories in the shuffle and stomp and swinging energy. it’s like spinning bagels, turning them on their sides and slicing down away from your palm…”you’re a writer..you talk like a writer”.

the budget is shit.. still I don’t care. cause now I need to do this. the writing in more than one language. it is nice to be known .. beyond the showing of yourself.

I asked her if the mood was damp.. like candles .. or wet with acoustics .. sex dungeon? That messsage remains read .. but we’re talking about a world villain, the energy tramp, a bed bug.. the impaler. there is a score to be written .. and maybe.. just maybe .. and absolutely.. I have a few months..and not a distraction in sight .. unless you count that stomp and dust of last months drum circle.. some women are the witch, inside the idea of a witch. strong.. divine masc married.

dark moody (the music).. dark circling…the girl all black boys follow to the broom

I promised a song for the sunset.. realizing right after I said it she aint got time for that .. and honestly .. the feeling I got .. she gets that from her cat.. yeah every feeling I got .. she’s got a cat for that.