dawn

Did I tell that story about eating a poisonous mushroom off the side of the road? 🍄

I think I did.

What about the morphine patches?

I think so, I dunno 🤔

I…

Do not care about entertaining. Not informing. Not convincing.

Why?

Because that’s what everybody wants to do.

I’d rather not do that.

I don’t want…to do what they do.

I just want to be left alone, and earn the money I need (which is low), play guitar, feed my cat, type some shit, fellowship with the people I like.

You can’t blame me for not having faith in the whole thing, or anything really.

You can’t say I’m wrong.

Misguided, maybe,

Look..

I follow the rules, I do. I’ve been on the straight and narrow for a while. I fail and I have both good and evil inside of me,just like the rest of us.

The power is in the act. Speaking is fucking human and if ya want to see a monkey dance,hire a clown.

I’m not going to do that.

Money and creativity are separate for me, earning off it never crossed my mind because step dad was a failed musician.

And he was bitter about it.

I made the choice

“I play this fuckin thing because I love this fuckin thing”

Fast forward and that’s how we arrive here. Hang on to that insight, follow your heart and don’t bother people.

I learned in these last few years of solitude,

My power is endless.

And so is yours.

Powerful and peculiar critters down here.

I hope good wins, 🙏

I also don’t apologize for venting dog shit moods and thoughts.

Don’t read randos on the Internet.

For real.

Don’t do it.

I have a billion things to be thankful for, and chances are good you do too.