cut ups dumppppppppp
jrnl post, lines in phone, lines on google doc??? i think idk? writing notebook. write some full poems out?
come up with funky nonsense metaphors for bits n chop em up
sun strands?? in photos for example...
my resilience is tight? strand stretched pulled and sinew
sunday no sleep - explore exhaustion? sweaty and agitated
how is the sun already here the night is never long enough
you can try tame a fire but at the end of the day it will burn
she stands small yet tall... yearn
land line
good line
land mine
*explosion*
another three lines all AAA with above. continue.
sound - guitar loops?that get noisier as goes on. eventually instrumental takes over. guitar vel underground euro son? synth too? possibly just try it.
Euro son
dollar daughter
every1 feels so unreal. I thougt i was un real but sometimes i think im more real.
(keep repeating real/reel)
feel so real im not really real at all?
cling to carpet
teeth bared
check in the mirror with
hollowed eye
and see youre not there.
the what can u do when youve got no money thing in notebook - explore what makes a Life if ur not spending money... sign posts idea in east of eden. Anyone can face a crisis its day to day livin that wears you out.
this day to day living,
its wearing you out
seeing all those about
Make it kinda a letter to self... but also hints of trying to convince self I am on ur side even if u dont necessarily believe it.
Im on your side.
You can guarantee who will stand beside or aside
but i, am on your side.
cut ups:
talking n hearing nothing back babbling 2 no one echoes. time. dead people. i find comfort in the dead?
marks of man and desire paths
Molchat doma / mybe pop vibe? whispery mumbling.
i want dont u want it but i fucked it kicked the bucket if u want it gotta do it gotta get it
I was busy being born
Brain blooming
heck
Nose diving
im hesitant
blue and green.
blues and greens
i wanna be green so bad
by the past, i am branded
and like the future, i am tainted
like a video, i am on demand
like a foreign novel, i am unreadable
like the present i am
and like time unthinkable
like a watch, im ticking
like a brick, not thinking
graveyards, memories, other peoples perceptions of each other will ie. who u used to be. ancient archaic, symbolisations of well and gone wanna be's
evidence of who i used to be etc??
make short poems n add music or turn into song type thing?? like could even speak n then slow it down or speed it up to make it sound different...
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