This tension pulsing through my blood like clogged arteries and clots forming heart palpitations and irregular rhythms of this senseless body glove of mine. I do not have control. Laziness and procrastination are the most painful failures of existence. I watched equals turn into idols because they took back control into their own hands and nerve endings. They made us seem stupid, small, worthless and like we are wasting time at an epic rate. We burn through hours discussing the intricacies of trust through this wasteland of ridiculous claims and billboard smiling faces with spray painted slander across the shining white foreheads. Why would I trust this mother fucker? He puts too much product in his hair and wears much too nice watches. He is a dinosaur of this faulty system. We all turn into aimless, directionless drowning fish.
We are drowning fish.
I'm listening to the Alternative Press exclusive of I The Mighty's full length album, Satori. They recorded it at the same time we recorded ours. They shot a music video and then made a lyric video. I love the album but hate it at the same time. It's awesome and we could have shared the glory had we never succumbed to pot, alcoholism, or general laziness. They are signed. Is that all there is? How did they get signed?
You need the fucking fire lit under you for this industry to lend any sort of help to you.
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Frustrating vibes. Recycled cans. Cardboard houses. Abandoned couches and police brutality. Angry, resentful tears. There is no immediate solution. If to tolerate a person, one should take xanax, then the two should separate forever.
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High school prom three years ago. The pressure of an awesome summer. Beach front beers in the sun all day long. College possibility. A great huge gaping hole in my life here as a musician. Los Angeles summer heat, murdering senses.
"...made the transition from deja vu to unlimited opportunities almost seamlessly."
