putting off doing work, so I wrote something
yeah so I was bored so I wrote a song. Just a quick one, but I kind of like where it's going. I have some reservations about it, but I'll let you guys tell me what you think first.
This bed of nails I’ve
Grown accustomed to
Lately can’t render
The quiet it once did.
Conscious still, I
feel a pang of sensitivity,
A rude awakening from
The blissful dullness of dormancy.
These nails after so long,
Begin to lose their brilliance,
A fading bitterness so
Obvious and caustic.
A meddling intrusion into
my unchanging apathy.
And I recalibrate,
Trying desperately to regain
Some sense of the insensibility,
Even a momentary lapse
Into a torpor resembling that which
Once could be
a mendacity of peace.
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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways
Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass.
HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER
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