Stop The Paranoia, Day

Okay so confession time. This is something that’s been happening to me lately a lot. I’ve been meaning to write about it, because when I write about it I pay attention to it it’s just the life of a blogger you wouldn’t know, most likely.

One reason I’m glad I made it in music is cuz it’s going to pay for my teeth getting fixed when I finally settle down to it.

I’ll be missing my wallet say for example because lazy ass me didn’t put it in the drawer where it belongs. So I jump to Alzheimer’s suspicion. Then I jump to child suspicion: child stole it  suspicion. And this doesn’t just happen at home this happens everywhere I go if I’m missing something I go right to blaming someone and every time I find it.

Let me repeat that: every time I feel paranoia that someone stole my s*** I find it.

So the next time I can’t find something I’m going to sit down and meditate or I’m going to forget the f*** about it because it’s going to turn up and I’m going to stop the paranoia the judging and the blaming. ✌️

“Dont you want a little taste of the glory?”

They pay me to come here and teach.

Moment of silence babe.

On campus, Professor Riley, walking to Baba ORiley. Ahhhhh. I wish you could smell it here.
The boy seeing his dreams realized, at night in the Crackle of the Wind.
Call it a day babe, we’s arrived.
My teenage wasteland, babe. I’m here.

“I really want YOU 2 know.” Babe.

The Whip and the Body (Pt 2)

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