I am working very hard offloading product from a frozen trailer with a handcart.
Twenty Fourteen has been a reasonable step up, I do what I am capable of with MPK Production.
I hate my limited ability to play the guitar, as a result of my output, I tend to wander back and fourth as I try to produce slightly different sound.
Sometimes and, especially in the case of The Voorholes, I will just play anything and move with it.
It generally works because there will be some unfamiliar passages that can be useful in originality.
I'm one of those people that can simply walk into a room and upset people.
It's not quite a epitaph but, it mimics the complete disregard of feelings of others.
In reality,
I often (when all is well) experience a overwhelming enthusiasm toward a few others and life overall.
I went to a funeral of a person that moved through life consistently
and did make a difference onto others.
I have noticed that funerals are not what they used to be,
apparently, no one wants to be bothered with details such as someone passing on.
Since I had much feeling in me about the deceased,
I wanted to be there.
I brought my parents with me and to my surprise,
we were presented with a procession flag so,
we went to the cemetery to observe the burial.
Truly a suitable send off for a person that was cared for.
Anyhow, I wrote this song about the daughter of the deceased,
the woman that I could upset simply by walking into a room.
Later in the afternoon,
I walked up here just to burn off lunch and prove to myself that life does continue.
I dislike where I live and want to move elsewhere; it's impossible not to feel this way due to the distance and area that I regularly walk in.
The time continuum is unique when combined with emotion.
The working layover in Salisbury, MD.
Strong black coffee with cream just plain feels good.
