Jan 25, 2014

Coming down off coffee is the wurst

The number of things that she said, she said, she said.  Was someone counting?  I wasn't.  Should I have been?

Mouth opens.  Vocal chords vibrate, together.
Apart. Dissonance.
Tongue moves, teeth clack.
Palavråo.

Knowing within instants if this is a song that you're going to like.
Knowing within minutes if this is a gig you're going to like.
Knowing within hours if this is a day you're going to like.
Knowing within days if this is a year you're going to like.
Knowing within a heartbeat...  a breath... a flash of the strobe light... if this dance is forever.

 *interlude beat drop*
 *power outage*

No one sees me.  No one knows me.  And so no one becomes me.

blank canvas

this canvas is blank. does that mean it's time for me to start afresh? that's one of the side effects of blank canvas -- it brings...