and a loud roar
rises from the crowd like an iron fist
to the sky
and everyone screams their own name
because they don't know who they are
and with one final right-click and delete
we'll all be useless
sitting in the recycle bin
and then there's that awful
tearing screech of the wind
breaking through the opened window
and it's like
the windshield might as well crash in
like Sunday morning.

One more revision!

Revision!

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'Mostly Wine and Candles'

'Don't Panic' is well underway and I'm beginning to understand it as a whole. Originally I wanted the concept to explore and express the development of an anxiety disorder, but fuck that, I'm gonna do what I know best instead. I'm gonna cover a standard, rip off an insanely poppy love song, evoke the nineties, act like I'm writing prose when I'm writing lyrics, explore what I think I can pull off and act like it isn't pretentious because it's ambitious, and explain my concept to as many people as possible in as elaborate a way as possible. I'd like this album to be a perfect follow-up to This Gun. I feel that I am conquering 90's and 50's pop on this album. I also feel that I am more and more abandoning rock for pop. I also find that I'm expirementing more with my limitations, and also percocets. This has been a wildly successful weekend. Also I'm doing this hilarious messaging about the production of my album with my producer (lol) Jamie F. Fun recordin tymes. (This is no discredit to Jamie F, I am pumped to work with him and I am insanely appreciative that he's taking it seriously as a project. It's awesome.)

editor's note: write while stoned less