Still playing this song after all these years/ sentimental I hold things dear/ screw #thelastjedi hard to let go of the past/ can't believe I spent money on that ass/ spend my time on the looking Glass/ trying to create the perfect cell/ better everyday I'm already doing well/ sit down so much my gut starting to swell/ least that's what I tell myself/ probably won't change till it effects my health/ till then creative time I spend/ weekdays and weekends/ on these activities/ does it mean anything to me/ I don't know/ too long in the creative flow/ I can't tell the difference/ between what I want and what I'm wishing! #alrboosh #booshmanstaff #feedbackalliance #austin #atxmusicscene #atx #madewithlive #madewithableton #abletonpush #madewithpush #barz #kenille #houston (at Art and Vinyl)
Kenille has the power to impress with his music, he raps and sings and composes and also writes his own music, a stunning release forthcoming this November on SPREAZ RECORDS, check out 'LIFE'
Before I go to bed and dream a new dream, I'll just put this out here because I have a very bad memory.
My dream last night included Kennedy Brock (and a cameo appearance from John Ohh). And honestly, it was the best freaking dream I ever had in my entire life. Why? Uhhh, because I got to hug and kiss Kennedy Brock (screw reality!!!) once on the neck, another on his left cheek, and *tadfpioukljaerjf* twice on the lips (because the first one was just a smack and the other was kind of "intimate" lol). Can I just say that the kiss on the lips (even though it was a freaking dream only) felt special, and his lips actually felt warm. WTH. I can't breatheeeee. And at first, I actually thought he wasn't going to like... kiss me back, but wth he was actually the one who moved his mouth first during the kiss. Oh, please forgive me but, FUCK. Screw reality Screw reality Screw reality Screw reality Screw reality Screw reality Screw reality Screw reality Screw reality Screw reality Screw reality Screw reality Screw reality Screw reality Screw reality.
And after that kiss, I felt a little awkward so when we like, broke away from each other's hug, I turned my back on him and sat back on my chair and pretended to act cool. Then while I was talking with my high school friend, KENNEDY FUCKING BROCK WRAPPED HIS FUCKING ARMS AROUND ME. OH DEAR. It was like a hug from behind, you know what I mean? And he did that while I was sitting on an arm chair. You can imagine a typical school wooden arm chair, right? That one. Oh dear. And then he started whispering things to my right ear. I think he told me something about what happened to him during sixth grade, I'm not sure because I wasn't paying much attention to him because while he was telling me about it, I actually had a copy of what he was telling me. Does that even make sense? It was like, he was doing a story-telling but not. Does that make things any better? What? LOL
And the Kennedy-story-telling session was eventually cut-off by the noise made by my cousin who decided to visit my dad at around 10 o'clock in the morning. Gee. Who visits their uncle at such an early time?! And makes a freaking ruckus just outside my bedroom? SCREW DEM BISHES. SCREW THEEEEM AAAALLLLLLLL.
Anyway, as a desperate fangirl I am, I went back to sleep and tried to go back to the dream I had; unfortunately, my brain had other plans for me and instead, showed me a very dramatic scene wherein I lost two of my good friends from first and second year high school. :(
