“Was all the rage, never meant to hurt anyone”-bc
So if someone said to the world, therefor to me
“When the day is done and I’ve had my fun…
I sit.
In front of the keyboard.
And I stare at the screen.”
You request the Muse and you wait for her…like a gentleman.
You’re hoping she brings magic and love and answers to all this horseshit.
Hope she brings a thing..
Hope she’s got a trick,,
Hope it helps us to make sense out of all this….
Serious business.
I have no idea what it’s like, for the typing to be your business,,
I do know that there’s some shit in there..
If you feel like all magic goes away as you get older?
I say “it hides”
Those cold cocks and those dickheads break everything down to a morsel, a little bite sized thing that you can eat and shit out.
Lowest common denominator..
You could poison them, if you were clever about it…
Bullets and swords and conflict and rage.
Maybe that’s spiritual warfare.
You’d have to believe in spirit though..
I digress.
Maybe solitude is the opposite of an echo chamber.
Maybe the time when you type to yourself is the antidote,,
You could make it something.
Could make it from nothing…
You could make a game out of it.
Could build.
(Or fight)
Yes.
Definitely can do that.
I…. I would hate to think of a life without it.
With no magic.
Even if it’s hobby shit.
Even if you hold that day job and spend the other hours selfishly..
I’d hate to think of a life without it.
Bastards…
dawn 