sober dreamlike journal

Hug the man, say
“Fuck, dude, you smell”
Eat ice cream
Give a dog the extra strawberries
Crash at a new couch, new living room
Build a pillow fort
Wake up at noon after playing all night
And then play some more
Try a fuzz pedal for the first time
Make it feel like Napalm Death
And then Kaya; after that, Sonic Youth
Play some Guns’n’Roses — todo mundo conhece “Clube dos Canalhas”
Drink ‘til I pass out, awake every ten minutes
Dreamlike ventures, streaky, strobing lights
Might’ve thrown up at the porch
Might’ve exchanged raptures with lab rats
Might’ve eaten ice cream before dinner
Don’t know what’s happening, dreaming,
working when half-sober
No one is complaining, people visit
Say “wait a minute, I don’t see your ass round these parts in a while”
“What can I say, I’ve escaped”
We sit down, talk about future projects
Talk about reworking the scene from the ground up
Make plans for a future not mine, including I
“But I won’t be here for long,
let’s record some B-sides already”
Steal some books from the old library
Dust off a couple fake I.D.s
Leave a huge bill for my children
But live (as is)
Be (as much as I can) a bitch I can be proud of being
Be (a bitch) she-wolf, fuck this planet
Dumb slut — rockstar bass playa

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