gonna shower in an hour.
and then go to soundcheck.
have some leftover yak.
to do with Keith.
no sleep til Manhattan.
headache, not hungover.
first bagel in a year.
and God.
this city stinks so good.
the cadence of killing moths.
while writing about the future.
while writing about the past.
and mixing them up a bit.
this is my modus operandi.
ignoring vegans out of boredom.
this is not the way.
it was before.
time travel is terrible.
especially on a Tuesday.
that tastes like a Saturday.
no home.
wish me.
into existence.
you'll be out there.
hiding on top of me.
it's no use on repeat.