Wow I wish I could make money from doing this cause I have no money for christmas presents , just college and maybe not that. Oh well, anyway just thought I say that energy that we put into things is like an air slipstream, the more we try to do the weaker it becomes until noting gets done. I feel like that's what's happened to me lately I can't seem to write my compositional music because I can't focus on it because I want to write with my band, or do something else. Anyway here's something I wrote at work yesterday and was gonna throw it out, but Harlow liked it so here it is.

Heart Fillet

A time has passed in which we were happy
it was so true and so sappy
but now we sit cold and alone
my heart you no longer own
our paths have crossed and now lead away
from that place we used to stay
always lost and confused so much
only wanted your softer touch
tired of playing this game
so many playing with my pain
my shrunken heart needs some air
but I'm the only one who'll care
if and when it dies away
you tried to make it a fish fillet


Ahh the writings on paper towels

Oh and Spyder WRITE THE "CHERRY PIT" STORY!!