Biography
A writer writes. He seldom "shares".. Or so says the women in my life.
Music For Your Ears..
"I'm dying inside. And nobody knows it but me." That fucking lyric.. Sung to myself, softly, so it resonates on the wrong part of what wasn't even "right", to begin with. Sneaking it's way into the soundtrack of my life, one segue away from salty cheeks and sad "say it ain't so's".. Track 4. 3 minutes and 27 seconds. "I'm dying inside.." But now you all know it WITH me. Cuz I'm tattling tidbits of taboo thoughts via a passive aggressive keyboard and kink in my neck.. I'm rubbing it out so you don't notice. Bad back and all.. Can't go "CAN'T-ING", can I? That's some foreign terrain I'm not too sure I can just tumble across.. Probably takes practice. Patience. Perseverance and shit.. I plum outta that part my past.. Put it down, looked at it sideways, and walked the fuck away. What did you expect? An ephifany isn't in the cards, cuz I myself, don't even play with that particular kind of deck.. Mines circular. And has angles. Smooth, with jagged edges. A loud whisper, lying honestly, so it can experience death, while living.. But when I shuffle it's so sexy.. Stare at it but don't fall in love. Forever is but a minute in a "times up", tell all.. Shitty story. SHITTIER ending. We're just playing cards.. Listening to some music. over and over and over and OVER and nobody knows it but me.
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Blog entries by HERE. I'LL SAY IT FOR YOU...
Florida in April.. (17/08/2020)
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