So,
I left class early today to return to my new pajamas & favorite cereal bowl. More importantly, to return to my imagination, my soul. I havent nourished it properly in weeks. Ive been having a bit of robot blues. Repetitious actions repeating like clockwork...Always predictable, always scheduled. Always-fuckin-scheduled. I let the norms of society program me, & basically handed them the remote to my mind.
"Robot blues, robot blues functioning like clockwork. Functioning like news..."
Soul.
Its scarce amongst our music, amongst our words, amongst our appt's & dealines, amongst our humanity, & most alarmingly...our ability?
Constructed & calculated time, words, emotions.
Everything plastic.
Give me some water yo, that shit flows & never goes stale. iFlow
"Robot blues, robot blues functioning like clockwork. Functioning like news..."
Soul.
Its scarce amongst our music, amongst our words, amongst our appt's & dealines, amongst our humanity, & most alarmingly...our ability?
Constructed & calculated time, words, emotions.
Everything plastic.
Give me some water yo, that shit flows & never goes stale. iFlow
