polyphony.

W O W

alot to speak on...

so like, 1st.

i go on another interview, this one sounds relatively positive. so i'm like, yeah, i got a job and shit. nice. lady is talking about how she's gonna speak to my references on my resume, and she'll get back to me...

that was tuesday.

this is now.

haven't heard high nor hair from these motherfuckers. i fucking swear, dude. fuck what you heard, dave is putting in WORK. this year's decay has been nothing short of incredible.

and then like, my brother is moving out. that's my sanity in this house man.


i can't tell, though, whether i'm jealous, or worried, or just unnerved by everybody else in the house's response to the news, whether i'm afraid of new shit and therefore don't want him to leave, or maybe a combination of any of the aforementioned. whatever it is, since last night, i've been feeling like shit. he leaves soon, i imagine. like a few days. i guess it's just because it's new, the whole "family member leaving" thing.

it's whatever. it's just fucked that he's taking the triton with him. and all his records. BLAH. *demo floats away a lil*

and then how about the fucking weather. what's the deal? i mean, the calendar says october, but SO? i don't do well on gray days, and it's been this way for about a week.

then like, i feel like my writing sucks ass. i haven't wanted to write anything but rhymes these days, and they all seem to suck after i spit them a few times. i need lots of work, i think. *demo drifts away further*

wale copped a deal and i am fucking proud of dude. his shit is nice, too. i'd like to work with him someday.

i hate feeling useless and trapped.