
Cleaning out the creative attic. There's so much junk up here, all these paintings and drawings, so many tapes with scratchy audio, even a mix-tape with a voice I use to know, a voice I created a long long time ago.
If it were played back today in proper order, it would always bite it's tongue, if you could see it today, it would always have one hand behind it's back, if you could talk to it today, it would always lie to you.
I can't say I hate this place, because it's really where I grew up, but I can't promise I always enjoy the memories that are burned into the walls, etched into the windows, and dangle like old cobwebs from the rafters.
These tapes make me sick, these home movies make me ill, these drawings are not what I remember.
This mental attic is so dusty, I really need to clean more often.
Actual work to come when I move some boxes around.
Enjoy~
If it were played back today in proper order, it would always bite it's tongue, if you could see it today, it would always have one hand behind it's back, if you could talk to it today, it would always lie to you.
I can't say I hate this place, because it's really where I grew up, but I can't promise I always enjoy the memories that are burned into the walls, etched into the windows, and dangle like old cobwebs from the rafters.
These tapes make me sick, these home movies make me ill, these drawings are not what I remember.
This mental attic is so dusty, I really need to clean more often.
Actual work to come when I move some boxes around.
Enjoy~
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