smokin

Its a blackcoffee morning hot as hell in this apartment. Trying to decide what to do with my day. Lots that needs doing…but how much of it I’ll actually do is always up for debate. I never seem to finish anything, I go between states of feeling like I never get anything done and trying to catch up, and apathetic states of saying fuckit to everything I’m supposed to be doing and just enjoying my summer. vicious circles. Demon drums. hideous strength. and Blackcoffee morning. This is your life. Dance motherfucker dance! And I still can’t write.

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