Out at the pub for the usual open mic night. I don't see anyone I know yet! Uh oh! Where are the people who want to play music!? Aarrrgghh! What I would not give for a bit of excitement! Ahhh, gotta create and buildup my own show yo.
It's one of those sorta odd nights , yet somehow still feel the prime energy into light for the fight for life! Right now is a moment where I can just write. I want to build up a most almost crazy energy. It's too quiet and ah, many of the people seem so timid. Would love to see them liven up and not be uptight. Must get the creative energy letting loose.
Been on the drone slave track trap too long, too much. I've always been on the mission to break out free, let out all the colorful energy beyond the surface. Been coccooning it through every foul cartoon fit. No I don't fit so I throw a fit to show how sick I am of all of it. I will be fit in head to explain, symbolize, sysnthesize my way of mythology. To tell the tale, to evoke and emote, be heard through all the abzurd.
Okay I feel better after writing a bit of something. Now back to the night of real life where I may bring out another story down the line.
