What I find more bullshit than a perfect person(a) is who really believes there is one.
Frank Phantom
In Love with Jazz, not all that jazz…
The Idea messer and merger and something like that…
An incurable, inconvincible fool still plans to become a star… Sorry, ‘already a star’ if one has sufficiently powerful telescope. Has an idea for the future to obtain lands and let them owned by trees of its habitat. A more decent plan to earn his own music; buying gadgets n’ stuff for better compositions (Does he have any yet??)
Eyeye
Eye in eye…
Probably the way of expected getting closer beyond acceptable and healthy ways is to join them face to face. However it didn’t represent itself on the paper (Please remind me to put the original if I forgot). I was in the same place where I’m hangin’ maybe like a year… but nowhere else. Home, that place. Home, and, that place. Almost nowhere else.
I, now, cannot know. They might be two not pair eyes decided to join and look double strong at me. Or maybe they’re just trying to occupy each other’s place. Again, truth: I have no result (got ideas of course, but no result; neither practically, nor theoretically…).
So, what?
I’ll continue, okay… It’s actually and for sure, my fault. At least I know I won the the biggest slice of that collision or the gathering; against or for or just to stare: “What the f.ck you think you’re doing?” or “What is it with you?” or other untraceable and reproductible if caught by this probably quite confused mind.
You know, I love some jazz music, (not just but) because it makes me feel like I’m not alone this way.
I love the way those eyes and wish one was mine. Because there, I have a wishfull thought crossing gently in my mind about genuine love just like a sincere reunion.
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Frank Phantom
In Love with Jazz, not all that jazz…
The Idea messer and merger and something like that…
An incurable, inconvincible fool still plans to become a star… Sorry, ‘already a star’ if one has sufficiently powerful telescope. Has an idea for the future to obtain lands and let them owned by trees of its habitat. A more decent plan to earn his own music; buying gadgets n’ stuff for better compositions (Does he have any yet??)
Why?
I have never sold my music or made a monetary profit from my music so far. Has never been for sale, or put on display for profit. I or no one could never push my heart towards that way.
That is the ‘why’,
I’m here and working,
To buy my own music and leave something behind that won’t make me feel regret in time…
Perhaps a modest trace of a tiny soul terminal, resisting in a modest way to the manipulations that have become so huge, capable of suffocating social dimensions globally.
Crappy… May be. Been missed for decades? That also may be…
Taken’
I’m an idiot, when I take things seriously, taken’t you?