Personal
Nothing is real. No one is. Everyone is just pretentious. Even me myself. And the rest of the whole world.
You have to hide certain feelings. For good and for bad. Some neutral.
We don't feel or see the true motives anymore these days. Good or bad, we all have our very own agenda. Our own objectives.
Unfortunately, I don't have much to post nowadays. No progress in music making. Just simple sound recording using the phone. As I age as I mature I seem to keep more words to myself. More thoughts come to play which come into conflict with to-be spoken words. They leaked out of the brain halfway only to be swallowed through the mouth and throat. Gulp.
More things to take care. More issues to solve. More agenda to accomplish. Less time to spend.
Only natural. Manageable by only those who are strong enough to stand on a pair of legs.
Only natural. Manageable by only those who are strong enough to stand on a pair of legs.
I will just do with what a pair of legs can do.
