I have no muse for the moment.
This shit sucks...
I hate writer's block.
...probably depression.
I don't even care to try to know anymore.
It's been a month since I've uploaded any new tracks to the WMFT Soundcloud page, and even
longer since I've actually written anything to my liking.
I don't get it; all these people in the world, making such shitty music, and getting paid thousands
of dollars to do so. These fuckers get sucked into a world of bullshit contracts with no idea that their
originality is about to be taken from them. Maybe they start out with a good idea, or with some music
that they feel is going to change the world, or at least do some good for a select few; although, the
greed-suits feed these Rising-Sun egos with opulence.
Maybe I don't know what the fuck I"m talking about? Who knows? Whatever, man...
I feel empty, man. I guess I feel like it shouldn't be this hard. What am I doing wrong that makes
me unable to currently write(right)?
Of course, I guess taking a breather always helps a bit. Meditation and things to put my mind at
ease. Shit, I'm stoned right now. What do you care? It's not making me write anything better...
Sometimes I write from a character's perspective--a lot, I suppose. Like I'm playing all these tiny
characters, and putting myself in their shoes(metaphorically) and minds(literally), helps me get the
idea from my head to the paper... sometimes...
Nine times out of ten, I find myself in a cloud of funk that takes my creativity and puts it inside a
box that I cannot see inside of. I am so far outside of the box that it is impossible to see inside.
How poetically ironic Justice is... Karma loves to be Karma. Forces seen and unseen in this world
prove themselves, so where is your God? What is It's name? The Eyes of Legions are everywhere...
This is a fucking art, not an argument.
Open your mind.
So... What is the Point of All of this?
Above lies a Puzzle.
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