Hello there lovelies, what a week man I am buggered. I just got home. I have been at a recording studio since friday, running on caffiene, bass and deli food. I am looking forward to my own bed, a hot shower and food that hasnt spent its life inside plastic. My mood and energy levels both took a dive this afternoon and I figured it was best to go home, regroup and start again fresh tomorrow. I worry that the music is shit, I worry that I am just really a bit of a joke. An old has been with teenage aspirations, a woefully fat arse and a mediocre libido. You see what I mean? Man I am mean to myself. Yesterday I wrote myself a letter, telling myself all the things I like about me. It was a short letter but it was from the heart. I tend to take myself either way too seriously or not at all. I am a man of extremes. Ive caught up with a couple of friends this weekend that I havent seen in a while and it is good to see those old faces and slot back in to those friendships. Man, my eyes keep closing on me, feel sleepy. Going to watch a movie and eat some fruit. I hope you all had a great labour weekend. In a world where our rights are slowly being gobbled up its odd that we are even allowed to celebrate something like Labour Day. The world is at a wierd crossroads at the moment and I, for one, am for revoloution... Even if it just means that I clean up the rubbish on my street. Small acts of conscious change can lead to a better world despite the collosal agents of evil pulling strings and pushing buttons of doom. If there is any hope it rests upon the ability of the individual to effect change in their own sphere. Multiply that by 8 billion and voila, revoloution. Bring it. But first... cheese and a nap. Markle the Pointy Hat Rustler youtu.be/QECJ9pCyhns
Posted on: Mon, 27 Oct 2014 05:02:50 +0000
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