lately i keep thinking of stuff i could write about or old stuff i could post or whatever but it never really feels that pressing. never feels worth it, i guess. not new enough or better versions of old topics maybe.
anyway, as i was thinking about that, this popped into my head. i guess it's about the stuff i was thinking of writing. it needs work. but it's something for you to read. so that's better than nothing, right?
it's masturbatory and useless
it's wholly whory and fruitless
we've all heard the story so shoot us
quit acting like the only on who's warring with judas
but the bottom line is, you betrayed yourself
so leave all that he-say, she-say on the shelf
...
i don't really know where it would go from there.
for whatever reason i kinda like it.
maybe i just like calling myself out on occasion.
on a separate note, i just uploaded the final masters for do yourself in to the replication place. it's actually a thing that will exist and be out in the world in less than two weeks. kinda crazy.
i already wanna make the next one. and make it even better.
now the weight rests on wednesday
and it feels like life should be on hiatus
until on wednesday
when clarity is evaded yet again
and more prodding is scheduled
and the weight shifts to another day
and on
and on
until the scaffolding collapses
it's an awful lonely feeling
but i can fake fine with the best of them
just ask around
they won't even know what you're asking about
really i just need someone who's willing to let me fall apart in front of them.
and who i want to fall apart in front of.
