okay, i can guess. it

okay, i can guess.
it looked czech to me, but it's still a great feeling.
the thought of someone in some cafe in prague listening to me sing.
is that cliche?

a strange moment, when you

a strange moment, when you discover that your music is available on a website, at which you cannot even begin to decipher the language written.
cannot even guess the country.
what a taste it leaves in the mouth to think of a place so foreign.
so far and completely different, being moved by the sounds we make.
a dream.
one i've dreamt so many times.
wow.

i fucking hate computers more

i fucking hate computers more than i can adequately explain.
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some days feel impossible. dark

some days feel impossible.
dark and hopeless.
ahhh such a burden for the optimist.
melody must have left the air and i am bereft of anything musical.
and the roaring undulation of a lion's breath has no effect on my ribs.
none.
this morning i attempt writing guitar parts for the ep we began recording last weekend.
no.
nothing.
maybe because the recording went so perfectly last weekend, today i am left listless and blind.
wondering, what is it that i cannot find?
am i too a victim to the gross distractions of the world?
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no singing today.
tomorrow or the next or the next or the next or the next, i will be less poor.
hopelessly.
and you will still like me.
melody or not.

and the quiet begins to

and the quiet begins to fade.
you find yourself standing in that place where it all began.
eyes shifting.
moving.
restless.
longing for hills and high places.

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