it's 4:20 am and the birds have gotten quite baroque about it

the one rule I've long had about having kids is that I could never have a child with a man whose footsteps I did not want my child to follow in; that is, a man who is aimless or purposeless, soulless even, or who was not nearly as daring as me, who never wanted to leave home and venture into the world. really, I don't want my child or children to inherit fear, because that's the worst of generational curses – when the entirety of the bloodline now fears confrontation with reality and settles near-seamlessly in with the status quo. even the thought itself is wretched: why on earth are you scared of the earth and all that is within it? why do you want to stay trapped in the little prison in your mind? I think it's important for children to know that they don't have to live little lives in a big world, and this is something that a father teaches best and by example.

it's crazy to me how demos are sometimes very different than the masters. I still have like a dozen unfinished tracks in demo mode that bear only a slight resemblance to what I envision (ensound?) in my head, but the essence is there – it's just a certain vibe that has to be maintained, sonically.

demos are my favorite cause they're proof of work, like, they show how much effort it took to shape an idea into its final form, and they're raw, very human. fantastic.

I just discovered sourdough pasta and I effing love it.

you know what Nostr needs? it needs a dating app where it matches people just based on the sound of their voices, which is a highly underrated indicator of mutual attraction tbh

honestly they are a whole symphony and I feel like such a phony cause I pretend not to know what they're singing about 🥲

they are WAY better than me at tweeting

it's 7:21pm and the birds have answered back 😓

it's 4:10 am and the birds have just begun warming up for an epic chirp sesh

it's 4:39am and the birds are telling me that I should cross the pond.

for weeks maybe months – an energy seeping thru the cracks in another man's armor. "sir you can't keep lying about that."

I'm a terminal listener, that's the problem

did not expect myself to feel this way tbh

I can't wait to take a really long vacation from the internet 🥲

I just don't think I can handle anymore years-long vetting procedures like is it about security or is it about the infliction of displeasure

I feel so brainwashed rn

speaking of public information: so that's true