The paramedic thinks I’m clever 'cause I play guitar
I think she’s clever 'cause she stops people dying
Anaphylactic and super hypocondriactic
Should’ve stayed in bed today
I much prefer the mundane
I take a hit from an asthma puffer
I do it wrong, I was never good at smoking bongs
I’m not that good at breathing in
Mrs Rabbit is the Pepper to my Tony, ugh.
I got some bad news today about a good friend, lost.
I finally crash on the couch at about 11pm, and this is what she puts on for me.
I am not worthy. It’s true what they say. Only a ninja can defeat a ninja.
Hey you wanna hear a good joke?
Nobody speak, nobody get choked.
Here it comes.
Here I am.
You didn’t think I was just gonna go away?!
You lose.
I got the Ill Street Blues.
I ain’t sayin’ you ain’t pretty
All I’m saying’s I’m not ready
for any person, place or thing to try and pull the reins in on me
Some very precious Gaelic here. Don’t have the heart today to translate it for ya.
Consider it a lament to Gandalf, AKA Dr. Cuza.
new week, a lot of new starts. Therapy begins, new clients starting with me, new training block for my programming after a deload this week.
New screen tablet arrived, setting that up tomorrow after a desk clear out
Apologies to my good friend Taylor. Can’t think of Shake it Off without my killer home plumbing album.
People scream but I can’t hear
I don’t care too much
Crocodile and toxic tears can’t kick this sense of touch
Life has lost its eloquence
But I can’t sit it on the fence
Feel like being treacherous
With the music still infecting us
Gonna be a freak tonight
On the move, smooth, with one eye out for the snakes
Who can’t stand hearing your name all through the states
Tune into BET and watching your video
Pretending to be your friends but the smart ones really know
So, if that’s your man warn him
Cause there’s enough bullets in here
To hit every NBA patch on him
Fire, you guide me through the cold
A path that’s paved in gold
And where darkness weighs me down
You lift me off the ground
Yeah, you lift me off the ground.
Such a weird tuning. I would post the Joni Mitchell coding, but nobody would understand.
This is that creepy Bluesish thing you hear throughout Killers of the Flower Moon.
All the messages you sent
You were trippin’ over texts
I’m cool about it
I got ice up in my chest
I’m over it, I confess
But I’m still human, I’m upset
I’m cool about it
Don’t need nobody
If you think that I’m in pieces
You should know my heart’s still beatin’
If you think I’m barely breathin’
You should know my heart’s still beatin’
My heart’s still beatin’
I am the genie of sound
Everybody get down
HOOAH!
Open sesame of love
Say the word and I’ll summon the band
With my hand
Let your mind and your body be free
Dance with me
We can fight our desires
But when we start making fires
We get ever so hot
Whether we like it or not
They say we can love who we trust
But what is love without lust
Two hearts with accurate devotions
But what are feelings without emotions?
I’m going in for the kill
I’m doing it for a thrill
Oh, I’m hoping you’ll understand
And not let go of my hand
