early out the gate.

so i found out i have to spend like a hundred dollars tomorrow. i lost some keys and fucked up. so whatevs. i don't give a shit about tomorrow. tuesday can fuck off. i've got my eyes on wednesday. whatever shit happens tomorrow can go and bury itself in the sand for all i care. cause i got some songs to keep my breathing steady and got this sound screaming from one wall to another. I got this weather working it's way up my sleeve. a wrapped box in the black and a soundtrack to astounding. I remember hearing that song a long time ago. where i'm now hearing the most beautiful thing i can think about. Even as the first pounds of synth sprawl out and live i can feel a smile break my face. or like some shattered glass. two more. my goodness. a stoplight. gone. what has happened to the song? it is still the one that can keep my magnetic eyes around. and just then my hands crawl the keys. try to search for just one thing. find an answer by the cinematic scope of every living breathing boy and girl. andthen there issome sevennine tynine. whenever there is too much i will take what remains. red. yellow. green. purple.