passage; thoughts from a starving artist

Mad thoughts from a starving artist. Paint splatters on a canvas junkie can be hell on the brain, and grammatical errors on a three am literary rant can speak so loudly, it causes deafness to a musician who thinks in stanzas, and processes external daily activities through the internal curves of a treble clef only to wind up staring at the LED devil who laughs in the face of blood shot eyes. If its not coffee, its the cigarettes that keep your eyes staring at the emptiness in your wallet and wonder why do I do this? But, as soon as you are spoiled by how far we've come from the oscilloscope, sound waves colored, in front of our eyes. Those are your vocals, your words, visually put in front of you to analyze and change. It become more than just a product, its becomes accomplishment, it becomes a craft

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[Alexander Rodgers]

I couldn't agree more

[TLK]

Better mad thoughts from a starved artist than sane thoughts from a kept one.