Well, yet another crazy night. Apologies to all for being a dirty man beast, yet again. I can unfold your lips, your excitement excites me, I dream about it sometimes. I can put virtuoso talents to better use than I do, I love love love it, if only you knew. I'm dabbling in the black arts, yet again, to what aim, on what alter, which scent of transcendence?
There was no funny business last night. Our worst sin was getting black out drunk. We may have sinned against God but we didn't sin against nature. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
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Got no one to talk to, so I’m venting online. So, I really tried to hustle this week. Applied to five places. Even with the xanax it was har...
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Actual composition instead of an hour-long improv indulgence, 'sbeen a while. I wanted to call it The Dandy Whoremonger, but settled on ...
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Doing a writing exercise, I guess, is what I'm doing. Because I've hardly written anything for months. Since I got sober, yet again....
not paranoid when you should be just one of my normal keyboard improvisations, nothing special, except that it's recorded on a real grand.
2 comments:
please come talk to me
tonite
oh fuck it - ihave to get thru
the x vega system to do so
too much paperwork
have a good night
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