14.02.2018/ i’ve drenched upwards of 5 bath towels in an attempt to pat myself dry after every cascading wave of that guitar riff that washes over me like spindrift. I’m sitting here sopping wet.
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28/02/2019: what do i know better now? is it that i'm not magnificent, and yet i still can find my smirk in the mirror: wicked, cruel and kind, all at one? no, i don't think it's that. i think i know now of the mundane business of loving someone, 'it's not a victory march'-and i don't really care for hallelujahs. i also love that it is mundane, and also magnificent.
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13/11/2020: so there we have it, proof that one is either mauled by love or by no love-there are no other ways
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01/02/2023: that small room, that was so many years ago. but I still sit at the same desk, the same notes, songs too. I'm expecting the kibosh today, too sharp fangs from the flour sack. but it won't be so bad, there are other things I'd like to do, places I'd like to go. come what may, I'll be up the road.