music is my woman. she is with me and i with her. there is not a fairer maiden than she, but try sleeping with her.
recently i have found myself doting on music exponentially more than my previous mistress, the fairer gender. i can't help but assume that, because i am currently being satisfied more by music than i was by women, my feelings are to be considered bias, but i don't believe that's the case. there is simply not enough history with the aforementioned to warrant an affair.
i see a woman and i think to myself, how can she inspire me to create something beautiful. that's my ration. i've found (especially lately) that heartache brings about more inspiration for listening and making and loving than any other emotion. but that heartache is long gone and the product of said love-loss is currently in post-production, so i ask you this:
does one then search for more heartache and keep his true love happy and strong, or does he settle for loving two entities and sharing his heart?
09 November 2009
03 November 2009
fairies have tails?
i've never known a story to end, just continue at a later time or in a different way, but never end.
it could be that after someone leaves you you then go out and get drunk and dedicate a song to the person at a karaoke bar somewhere. then, months later a man approaches you on the street and recognizes you from your horrible rendition of "tiny dancer". he invites you to karaoke at what he affectionately refers to as "his bar" and you agree to bring some friends. upon showing up that evening it's revealed that one of your friends knows the bartender from college and introduces you to her, himself being in a committed and loyal relationship (or he, himself, would have had her by now). there's a spark between you and her. you see each other more often than not now and life is good - all thanks to someone leaving you.
the story never ended with that person, it helped the current story along. your life is your story.
live it.
it could be that after someone leaves you you then go out and get drunk and dedicate a song to the person at a karaoke bar somewhere. then, months later a man approaches you on the street and recognizes you from your horrible rendition of "tiny dancer". he invites you to karaoke at what he affectionately refers to as "his bar" and you agree to bring some friends. upon showing up that evening it's revealed that one of your friends knows the bartender from college and introduces you to her, himself being in a committed and loyal relationship (or he, himself, would have had her by now). there's a spark between you and her. you see each other more often than not now and life is good - all thanks to someone leaving you.
the story never ended with that person, it helped the current story along. your life is your story.
live it.
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