| Ube |> Spent Saturday inside writing
I am grateful that I could play a piano and write down a song. The last drops of Summer drain from my weathered flask, young salmon. The flask carries the palimpsest of tomorrows yesterday. The fishes call out, "I am swimming but the river hath run dry!"
"So, I swam through the sand, young salmon".
In some ways, creation can be something we all take for granted. I think I've outdone what I thought was undoable...Nah, I was actually just having fun writing! Or did I? OH WOULD YOU TELL ME? SWEETIE?!...ahem...DO YOU LOVE ME?!?! HUH?!! DO YOU LOVE MERREEEEE?~~~~
Yes, even the "I'm in a bad mood I don't enjoy this right now crowd" gave us a thumbs up (it was actually down, but that's another story).
And for that sweet moment of clarity creating in this vacuum I call a studio...fleeting. But never failing. Appreciate that duality ye who cre-eete. I hold my thoughts as to not embarrass my tongue. A spoken word fails when the ears won't listen. A written word is pondered. Abicus, Ba-Daba-Daba-Doobius.
Now make me stronger, great river. Let's come witness a change they said...
Impossible thought is our band name now guys.
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Sometime in like 2017-2018 with my closet stew