Too much left to give no cunt wants it tuck it all away in the falsjflkajdlkfjsadlfjalkfd kind of way. cunts.

I feel like I’m in the recording studio and I’m getting tipsy and high and recording shit and then smoking and thinking for a bit and then mixing it and adding the soundtrack and sending it to someone first and, yeah, man.

I could totally get high in a 70s mega rock band and record shit at all sorts of levels in the whenever times late night in the desert wherever.

I would have been fuckn’ ace at it. Chatting shit with all these artists and saying random shit that influenced their songs.

Maybe that’s me being the muse?