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through the trees i can see a sparse sky.

makes me wanna lose limber souls, malleable and grand.

the scarce longing he professes to have makes me laugh, and in a dream i am waiting for a curtian to go up.

I have an unexpected day off today, because we now have this thing at work called a "on call" shift. So i called, and they don't need me...how much does that bite. I need to work, i need money, this isn't funny, really....

oh well...well at least now i have a chance to get to the bank.

and i am going to play my bass more too. I decided to pick up bass again and stop playing piano because i am sick of getting called a "singer/songwriter" or being compared to tori amos.

singer/songwriter has such pussy implications to it....i don't want to be a pussy, i would rather punch you in the face than write a whiney song about how i want you back.

tori amos is hardcore though, but i am still sick of being comapred to her, its been happening for years.

goddammit i need fucking money...anyone out there have any suggestions for how to make a few extra dollars....i already work 40 hours a week so i don't think i can get a second job....unless its at night....

i am open to suggestions.