
Yeah. I break the mold. Sometimes.
You're riding down the yellow-bricked noggin of a:
Semi-fulfilled Frustrated Theater junkie Basketball rookie Jazz aficionado
Wingless Jet setter (Insert cleverly fuzed adverb here)
So that pretty much sets the tone for whatever randomosity, spontaneity, spur-of-the-moment crumpled paper, brain fart genius you'd happen to stumble upon in this rinky-dink think-tank of sorts.
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| Sat, Dec. 12th (2009) |
| 4:51 |
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4:51pm
Half an hour from when I plan to prep up for Nannie's debut. Yeah I can spare a few sentences.
I coughed myself hoarse all day yesterday. Now, of all afternoons when I was in one of my better singing moods. Sucks.
Gabe Bondoc gave me something to be happy about as usual (For those of you who don't know Gabe Bondoc, he and I have been going out now for a while and are very much in love with each other. Haha). And my brain's slightly caffeinated so it basically means I'm giddy and inspired. THIS SHALL NOT GO TO WASTE.
I wrote a song while hoarse. Don't judge me. Haha.
Just saying.
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3:19 pm. Galleria West Wing. Waiting for my parents to come get me. No tune yet.
Hey Song
Hey song, I stopped racking my brain 12 minutes ago Cause it's not like you're meant to be serious You should know
Still I can't wait to know what you'd sound like After chucking "profound" out the window And kicking substance in the balls Followed by a swing to the shins Of the urge to make you about lovers And their quarrels in the world.
Hey song, I stopped backspacing when I didn't like a your phrase or two So sue me for a million if you think What I just said isn't even half true
Some would call you a parody The winning title sequence to A brain that got knocked up by boredom. With you as its love child.
Hey song, You made it this far tonight. I promise that I'd finish you. With a guitar barely tuned right.
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Written: May 28, 09 10:22pm
I’m sorry. For being indescribably abstract tonight. For this overflow of inspiration that spills stifling happiness. For these elipses. For this weakness. For this spring in my heartbeat. For me. Trying. Failing. Trying. To chronicle narrate relive savor etch the moment indelibly in my mind heart. Trying. Trying. For feeling so breathlessly alive.
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