Don't know much about whips and leathers, but there were many servants or potential ones trying to taste the tip of the metal whip. The business world is as dry as a person after running from San Francisco up to China, running under the sea of course and after fighting with many clams and plants that were not supposed to be green or under the sea. I have been surrounded by new creatures of different species during the last 100 days. Nevertheless, there are quite a few that fit within my same species, my same soul species. What I have noticed is that many care much about appearance, position, power, individualism, handling homework on time, getting involved in as many activities as possible, and overwhelming themselves with the most significant amount of potential actions. But deep inside I feel they encounter no satisfaction on that, although they are filling every blank time-space. For me that is non-sense; for me, 1 hour of writing or musical creation is worth more than maybe 100 or even a thousand hours of effort to try to demonstrate that I am the best! But instead of talking so much about onions, let's begin to roll the die.
I want to thank my soul community for keeping on inspiring me and surrounding me with positive energy. The chords and their vibration could not have been possible if one of those characters had not been involved. I mean Bustin J, the one who woke me up after I finished my banquet. The one who lend me a guitar to let the music begin and the one who composed a couple of jingles narrating the events from a distorted and frenetic point of view. There was also Michard R, who constantly touched his hair trying to comb it in a very desperate way. Another co-soul was Gat M, who was always in the middle of a dump when I tried to find him and eventually received me with a silent fart and kept on fooling at me while expecting my genuine reaction after smelling that digested chocolate ice cream that he ate after lunch. Ranny D was tough to find, he liked to introduce himself as Waldo, but my smelling skills always allowed me to detect him, as he was one of ours. There are more people to list, but for now, is enough said.
I will continue watering my shoes because I need them to grow to be able to use double socks, the weather is changing, the temperature is getting low, and time is passing by. Hope to be able to touch the weighted keys again in the short term. I'm grateful for this silent time because it lets me clean my brain from trash and fill my mind with creative ideas. I wrote this article while listening to the following chanson...
I want to thank my soul community for keeping on inspiring me and surrounding me with positive energy. The chords and their vibration could not have been possible if one of those characters had not been involved. I mean Bustin J, the one who woke me up after I finished my banquet. The one who lend me a guitar to let the music begin and the one who composed a couple of jingles narrating the events from a distorted and frenetic point of view. There was also Michard R, who constantly touched his hair trying to comb it in a very desperate way. Another co-soul was Gat M, who was always in the middle of a dump when I tried to find him and eventually received me with a silent fart and kept on fooling at me while expecting my genuine reaction after smelling that digested chocolate ice cream that he ate after lunch. Ranny D was tough to find, he liked to introduce himself as Waldo, but my smelling skills always allowed me to detect him, as he was one of ours. There are more people to list, but for now, is enough said.
I will continue watering my shoes because I need them to grow to be able to use double socks, the weather is changing, the temperature is getting low, and time is passing by. Hope to be able to touch the weighted keys again in the short term. I'm grateful for this silent time because it lets me clean my brain from trash and fill my mind with creative ideas. I wrote this article while listening to the following chanson...
