herminetheheroine

I have no idea whatever happened to the very potent and creative force that in many ways used to control me. It seems to have been replaced by a curious and somewhat crazy persona, and right now that persona seems absolutely necessary for imminent change. I keep wondering back to thoughts on evolution and adaptation, and I realize that a mutation has already occurred; it just needs some getting used to. The idea of putting your essence or soul or whatever in the hands of a power larger than yourself is very pleasing through the thrill of uncertainty, and avoidance of all responsibility. It isn't a voice of God as much as a beauty behind ever

"Inside peace mixed with beast seem to breed me" Coffee and another memo.

Here's a plan. I'm gonna make my room less like a messy place where I spend little of my time, and more like a studio where I live. Make space. Start buying/burning cd's again, 'cause being tied to a computer for the sake of music is sort of counterprodutive, and I still need my darling music. Create. Find time, patience and some bloody energy. Good plan.