i wanna be your crystal baller

music.

the world's been flipped inside out lately.
and i've never been creative with solving problems... and sometimes there's nothing like slamming down a round with your best friend at the trendy-as-fuck bars in seattle,
but.
oh.
what the hell:

there's a clever line between turning twenty-one and turning alcoholic.
sometimes i wonder.
but even that's not an important question to ask, because there's bigger fish frying and i've got nine times less the time between watching living and watching dying. so i've been working and waiting and watching and living and dreaming of the better days when we were six and sixteen and the world was just as innocent as we were. i'm blasting the commitments and tragic kingdom because i absentmindedly bought them and realized after i got back to my flat that my mind
was absentmindedly buying the titles
for what they were saying
this seattleland is hosting one hell of a tragic kingdom.
you can never leave your best friend.
it's more than a commitment.
we're bound like the holy bible for life.
and i'll keep hitting the repeat and flipping cd's... waiting for a track to enlighten me with some clever mischief or some differnt way to solve these problems because, lord, these days the world is flipping inside out, and when you're the kind of girl who works from the inside to the outside... and the innards are ten and twenty million directions out from where they should be... all i can do is be consumed by painting and drawing and music...
something will emerge from this creative mess to find and fix this web that's woven. i know i can't solve everything... but i sure as shit can fix what i've got in front of me.

i just need to get a little more creative.