constructing an awkward feeling on a note a song a composition and arrangement invoke an emotion this emotion is not often sort after makes the song stand out in the crowd
a four hundred british pound stirling knitted jumper as a little mass produced fundraising exchange tell me todd is the private revenue stream from the entertainment industry slowing to a trickle a little underwhelming for people who must have something that no one else has i carry enough uniquity on two feet
i am in conversation with polly jean just about what is happening around us right now we send postcards tightly wrapped descriptions of a moment hand delivered poetry try that with an end to end encrypted digital message the postcard hides in plain sight the key is polly jean herself picking the card up in her hands turning it over examining it and feeling the words before she reads them out loud bogus boy
a warm day for a jam live out of the studio sliding japanese inspired doors give way to open up the space alter the acoustics allow more musicians and equipment into the jam from our latest one in a hippy dippy message a lot going on in the head in the heart in the fingertips back to the head via the ears and back to the heart via the chest all good vibrations man sending out the love and health
the little bastards are biting all over wherever the material is loose enough to allow entry a contact point to the skin to draw a little blood
little exercises slowly build the muscle memory take shape bring tone and volume develop sensibility to difference learn to taste recognise the exchange of references forming a thread through a variety of perspectives disparate takes upon a world the nothing new in a constant state of change the measure is time
i am hearing that one melody again and again creeping up in every place out of the corner in every dark space reminding me of water of a violin of romani footsteps
the stories of evolution are already there within the ancient texts the divide between the educated and the uneducated grew so fierce and wide that one looked upon the other as divinities and the other looked upon the one as animal reaching for the sun
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anyone could have done what i have there is nothing i can do that cannot be done we were all pretty at seventeen no some were not really hmm perhaps you are looking at it through the eyes of a seventeen year old out of memory i am simply referring to youthful qualities the first round of cells generating themselves into the predetermined pattern manifest before the errors become noticable
walk in and destroy a weekend in a matter of moments i have always wanted to go there and now i can using you as an excuse just to go there by myself seems a little silly now does it not table for one three course menu out on a country estate shall i get myself a room because i will should not drive myself home at the end of the night
awful excuses with only a spectrum of negative connotations from simple laziness to outright criminal negligence so we do not even need to see through the excuse because it is in itself an admission of guilt
navigating digital floods under waves of childhood trauma games are fun but i am drawn more and more to living the bare basics gnawing away at all the fluff and delusion back to the have to haves forever pinching myself that all around me are wasteful conveniences take pleasure in their simple use and recognise the worth they bring as an enabler but do not become dependant the laws of physics are enough for me the laws of men appear inexact and superfluous
the form is landscape but the subject is portrait the image describes the person in terms of their surroundings
waiting around for chicks to hatch lead them into an enclosure before the cats find them they play too rough for spring chicks just another excuse for not moving from where i am i the pull of social convention come out and celebrate a birthday you will enjoy yourself once you get there supposedly i enjoy traveling i think just enjoy arriving
all that praise and he is no friend of ours a help for the week amongst the kids but you what else does one expect i see that kind of rough insensitive talk wherever i go i put it down mostly to a cultural misreading of the situation he associates sitting out on the street with antisocial behaviour and not with the al fresco breathing in the outdoors way of living
plenty of choice what the hell are you complaining about?
wherever did my little hat go how i miss him so vocal bass duet as if i were sounding the line out to myself i anticipate nothing i lay down the lick and add top hat and snare to that funky stuff brass blow out just to get us off
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it is just trees out there anyways fighting does not take place on the fields any more urban gorilla defends the concrete jungle an army of cybermen bring the whole alphabet of infrastructure to a point comma hyphen stop
throwing about a name like a magic word would not be contemporary convention for professional behaviour professionalism is falling out of favour micro fascism has matured into full blown nationalism the fear has taken hold pave paradise and eat money
the sun has finally come out this afternoon to extend play time the birds are happy to be stretching the legs fanning the feathers and catching an eye