Working on a new song, playing guitar again and getting my chops back, as well as working with fruity loops to track beats. Wrote these lyrics and hoping to make a different sort of sound. 'Black Market' - Jet Black Airlines red velvet rope secret handshakes, grim skeleton gladhand onto “the list ” Shrugged off … Continue reading Writing Songs! (Again) Playing Guitar & Getting My Chops Back, as Well as Working on Beat Tracking. Wrote Some Lyrics and Laying Out An Album Plan, Hoping to Make a Different Sort of Sound. Read ‘Black Market’ Lyrics
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1X7PqU3hekM I haven't researched Chat GPT, I avoid things like that as someone who is creative and wants to hold close to me the feeling of human worth and individuality. I saw a note that said the day after Microsoft laid off 10,000 people they invested ten billion in Chat GPT. It makes me jealous. … Continue reading Chat GPT Makes Me Abandon My Aspirations As Writer, Stay in the House 24/7, and Read The Bible
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lJTfNIPGhlQ Stay in the shadowsCheer at the gallowsThis is a round up This is a low flying panic attackSing a song on the jukebox that goes Burn the witchBurn the witchWe know where you live Red crosses on wooden doorsAnd if you float you burnLoose talk around tablesAbandon all reasonAvoid all eye contactDo not reactShoot … Continue reading With Marjorie Taylor Greene on Homeland Security Committee, is It Time For an Iran-Style ‘Morality Police’ in the U.S.? What Can You As A Christian Nationalist Hope For From A Biblical Worldview Enforced With Militarized Police?
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Dedicated to Poe and Other Dogs Worth Shooting in Self Defense and Love
I could see through the sleeve of her blouse The plans of her architect lover A tattoo of a boarded-up house And ink door that belonged to another
Then soon I wake and find the Love that keeps me going