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the stress continues. Out of money...and having to set my hammer down to push this thing through.Having to meet people and be on time. Players.
Major Players.
I think it went well.
I found something of a mentor today.
an advisor......an insider. Someone who's been there.

having to be a soothsayer. Taming Wild Horses.
being a mediator, a moderator, a healer of wounds I didn't create.
the rythm section has delicate flowers in it.

Caution. Patience.

Damnit I wrote the songs and am supposed to get to be the premaddona. One day. But not this week.

Drinking box wine. smoking camels...too many camels.

I waited an eternity for this day. To meet the potential financier. He postponed. Now I have to wait another 5.
what will I do to keep from popping.....ahhhh maybe another cig. My lungs will puke out my throat before I get to the studio.

I think I'm going to slink out to the junkyard and blow off some steam.

you know when you bust a windsheild in the moonlight with a leadpipe?....sparks fly off it. blue sparks.
energy.

don't even ask me what TV screens do.

and acetylene and oxygen in a cherry flavored condom?

federal offence