There's an icecream truck in my neighborhood in October! It is October right? It's 90 degrees in Alabama today.

I feel overrun with empty ambition. I have all the energy in the world right now and no good ideas. I have developed all these weird superstitions, like I can't write music when it's dark outside. I don't know when my brain decided that.

social suicide

Another Sunday spent writing crybaby music

short breaths, our living death

you take me for a ride

mouth shut, all blood and guts

and social suicide

why don't you go, pretense in tow

we'll be alright

eyes wide, good looks preside

you take me for a ride

we ascend hand in hand

I toss and turn, you understand

we learn to synchronize

tirade provoke and inside jokes

you just go

moonlight pours in tonight

and you are infinite

we squeeze out dark disease

exboyfriend jealousy

and then you take off, your name aloft

I'll be just fine

fairweather friends forever

and I just wait in line

skinned knees, christmas eve

it meant everything

train tracks, we sit back

and watch it atrophy

180

I can safely say that I haven't been this artistically euphoric maybe ever in my life. I feel like I just had a creative orgasm. I don't really know what happened but sometime between about 5 pm on Friday and right now I had a complete breakthrough and I feel so good about it.