not entirely true.
we have been off the grid.
grazing on our fortunes.
locating our muses.
they had flown far off.
the distance blurred their voices.
but now, some how... by a design of fate.
inspiration returns. frilly and wholesome.
me?
i've been a long term sub
at my old school. hanging with teenagers.
piecing together the next version of the band.
shakey but promising.
that reminds me of my prom.
we're slated to start recording in june.
it may happen. there is some doubt.
the doubt is in my mind. as time, the ultimate commodity is quite precious.
i have been tired lately.
new sources of energy and motivation will need to be tapped.
breakfast? lunch? dinner? gym?
pressure to pursue the muse.
no?
grimm
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