only time knows

what my future holds.

strike one.

yea check out this shit.


damn jigga
"life is for living not living up tight"

and...
ok, mr. hudson, i want to marry you. no homo, i have no idea how that works, but it does. seriously, if i had a voice like this i'd be gettin bids 24/7. today we had a discussion in music class, how people pick their favorite artists. something about like, how we TRUST these people to make good music. we put absolute faith in them and expect them to provide us with what we desire. which is interesting, cause i can say i trust and believe some of my favorite artists more than i trust many of the people who are close to me. artists can bond themselves to strangers and spill their guts to the world, it's amazing. sorta the reason i wanna be involved in that so much. i wrote these cause whenever i feel something other than the blanknessity i usually feel i just feel like writing. one day imma record all this, and it will be a beautiful documentation of my life.

"Feel like a broken robot, beep beep boop bup
My heart is fallin, gotta tighten that screw up
And I can’t make no more screws ups,
Remember blood that i threw up?
I been axed? So now i'm just a fuckin tree stump??"

sounds kinda week, but while i writing it i was like...yeaaa this shit is HARD!