“i don’t hate you, i hate the hoe that made you this way”
I was enamored by this duckling watched her bloom to a swan. She choose to use her wings before i could find us a pond. So now i hide my torn feathers when im around the other birds. Don’t wont any new anchors before i try my flight from earth. But still, in your light im lost, lessons of price and cost im taught See, i’ve never been as quite sick as this. Strung off the feel of...
I know that shit sounds corny, but its how I feel.
i did it again.
kinda fucked up
most of my creativity comes from a dark place, i rarely work on art when in a good mood.i think years of being captive to mental agony has given me Stockholm syndrome. it feels really good sometimes to be terribly sad. kinda fucked up.
a rough version of a song from a upcoming project
whats this blog?
im not really sure. i made it as a place to share some of my random work+thoughts with a few friends. For feedback, just for sharing. but i think i want to describe it as an “artist working journal”. This is wear i will document my thoughts/notes as a working artist
what you eat dont make me shit.
I track i produced a few months back.
He said….. What is wrong with wanting to show I love you? She said….. It may make me want to do the same.