The teetering redemption scale has had its dips and levels for a awhile now. Again it dips and has me by the throat, looking to push me off the platform once and for all. It seems with every up there is an immediate down. With every morning, there's an immediate night. Doors bust open, then doors slam shut. And as a result...
*Out with the diet, in with the beard
*Bed and work(somewhat) are the safest places
* Writing and songwriting take an all new level of importance, almost becoming panicky in my irrational sense of urgency
*Crowbar play lists
This one took longer to take hold but it's slowly working me over. This upcoming trip couldn't come any sooner.
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