"i feel like road-kill...."

sound : stairway to heaven - dread zeppelin

odds, sods, bends and ends..... wierd trippy noise-scapes to keep out every single iota of sanity..... man oh man.... the will to travel... the lust to travel..... but oh, so little greenbacks.... save the greenbacks all you mutant scum!!!

"and my spirit is crying for leaving..."

pick up your fifth limb little bastard child of the planet.... lift up your fifth limb and create!... create the sweet, sweet sounds that is....

"and it makes me wonder...."

but seriously, why speak of things real and plain when the unreal and the extraordinary has so much more potential in entertaining the creator and the admirer.... why bother with what you believ to be true and painful when the sweet, sweet lie is a much better (read painless) option?...

and how, oh how do you make a machine weep so mr clapton?... how do you do it?.... how can any human make a machine, an entity with no life or will of its own (that doesnt mean it has no pirit) speak out?.... it's not just you.... jimi hendrix, jimmy page, john paul jones, danny carey, jack white, john frusciante, flea, etc... its all a gift... a gift that i lack.....

"i dont know why nobody told you,
how to unfold your love?"

in actuallity all this rambling on about creativity and music stems from my wanting to go to guitar classes..... but hey.... like always, i don't have enough money......

i think i better start dealing crack or something.... i'll finally have enough money for everything that i want.... a new guitar, classes... bah... it's not meant to be.....

i feel like road-kill....

peacerespectempathy