Imma knock it off with the kratom,
The reward isn’t there in the intoxicant, fake opiate, nothing else to call it.
I sit down to play and the flow isn’t right, sit down to type and it’s the same.
Illusion.
Trick yourself into believing it’s the only way to unlock the head ,grease the rails between the head and the hands.
Illusion I tell ya’
All illusion.
Can’t even catch freeword association, supposed to be the purest,
The purest petulum pendulum paralyzing plebs like me. Gotta get gone to the right River, nothing and no one nearby or hither.A face fart flinging furious foul,the sincere near here but sometimes over there.
Nothing.
Nothing in the tank, just moving gears.
Fix is a rewrite, fright nights and unnecessary fights,have a bite,fly a kite.
Give up, lolol
I can’t freestyle on the guitar dead sober, I mean I can, I just don’t feel it like I do with a buzz. There’s no value to the outside but on the inside,,it’s it’s its,, butter and instant thought,, it’s instantly translating thought into reality.
In the form of tone.
Typing isn’t the same, doesn’t have the same rules, not as easy on the ear..
Speaking is typing
Typing is thinking.
Running guitar scales is thinking.
Common thread in there, I think.
It’s neat.
It’s really fun to just dump out.
Really is.
If it was audio I wouldn’t press record, but whatevs
dawn 