inspiration comes random like Sarah from Marla Hooch who has her paying talent her livelihood designing buildings, architect, on a shoe string budget, but its her own thing. she plays bass in the band by night and it brings her joy.
the double job. the day job and the night job is the only way i can and want to exist. for i seek happiness and to be in my own skin, to do what comes natural to me.
if you don't like it go sit your ass down somewhere and worry about your own self my pretty
for i know what i need to do, and i can't explain it any better to you, and yes, i know it makes me tired, and i wish there was a different answer, but this is me, this is what i do.
inspiration comes random, between the pages of a society magazine, i read the stories of the the beatnik, living urban, creating realities based on intellect and idealism, not money. and i know i must work. i must continue this work by day and by night, two distinct realities, doing what i can. every spare moment i can i will sleep.
inspiration is no longer a glass of red wine, or endless nights hanging out with the trendy kids, who all moved here from somewhere, drinking, smoking, filling up time with the social bill. inspiration comes random and resonates within you for days to come.
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