I am a massive tool.
I've been drug and alcohol free for 8 months now and all it does is make me more and more grumpy.seems like the only respite I get from dreaming of a nice refreshing whisky or ten is being horny and dreaming of gettin' down with the lovely ladies. I know this to be an addiction same as any though and am trieing to shore of the urge to seduce. Just as I wasted the days of last year in a booze addled haze I fell prey to a patented brand of codependance. I got all tangled up with a girl, young and pretty, who became down right toxic to me. Now I dream of a drink, then wonder where she is and who she shares a bottle with and then hate myself and take a long nap.
Meanwhile there's music and the monster machines. As for music I've been recording all the songs that I didn't lay at the feet of the American Dumpster at home on the PC...and writing more. People seem to respond to my songs so I push myself to keep doing it. Problem is in my current state of mind there's all this longing and remopurse that I don't thing the public needs on a friday night. Also it turns out that I'm a terrible musician. My skills are narrow and hardly stand alone. This leaves me searching for talent to accompany me.
Next month I'll be making music for the Wunder Kammer Family Circus. When I'm not pushing to poop uplifting lyrics for that project I'm exploring instramental music fit to incite dancing fire breathing clowns to do a strip tease and sell the cotton candy.
Then there's the medium sized dragon head. I'm no engineer...so it's hit and miss getting his jaws to open and close as he rolls to and froe. I dunno ..I could go an and on, but I suspect my long windedeness is taxing you're attention span. Thanks for sticking with me. Don't drink more gasoline than you have to. That shit is toxic.
I've been drug and alcohol free for 8 months now and all it does is make me more and more grumpy.seems like the only respite I get from dreaming of a nice refreshing whisky or ten is being horny and dreaming of gettin' down with the lovely ladies. I know this to be an addiction same as any though and am trieing to shore of the urge to seduce. Just as I wasted the days of last year in a booze addled haze I fell prey to a patented brand of codependance. I got all tangled up with a girl, young and pretty, who became down right toxic to me. Now I dream of a drink, then wonder where she is and who she shares a bottle with and then hate myself and take a long nap.
Meanwhile there's music and the monster machines. As for music I've been recording all the songs that I didn't lay at the feet of the American Dumpster at home on the PC...and writing more. People seem to respond to my songs so I push myself to keep doing it. Problem is in my current state of mind there's all this longing and remopurse that I don't thing the public needs on a friday night. Also it turns out that I'm a terrible musician. My skills are narrow and hardly stand alone. This leaves me searching for talent to accompany me.
Next month I'll be making music for the Wunder Kammer Family Circus. When I'm not pushing to poop uplifting lyrics for that project I'm exploring instramental music fit to incite dancing fire breathing clowns to do a strip tease and sell the cotton candy.
Then there's the medium sized dragon head. I'm no engineer...so it's hit and miss getting his jaws to open and close as he rolls to and froe. I dunno ..I could go an and on, but I suspect my long windedeness is taxing you're attention span. Thanks for sticking with me. Don't drink more gasoline than you have to. That shit is toxic.