ivankiss

Yes, I honestly think that a genius such as myself should do nothing but travel around the world, first class of course, smoking good weed, making epic music and having crazy monkey sex. But for some reason, someone decided that I must do all these backflips and airkicks before I can get there. What a dumb game.

This job is an absolute joke in comparison to what I was doing last year at this time, for half the money. But I'd still rather be anywhere else than here haha!

Fine. Until Monday it is. Staying 3 more nights. Mainly because it makes most sense financially. Also, not in the mood for moving halfway across the city just before work. Enough with the over the top macho heroism for a while.

I don't fucking know, ok? Give me a break.

I like being on the country side. I love the silence, the peace, the emptiness. But it's just so fucking far away from the city. I need a solid hour to get to work from here. It's just not practical. But... It costs me half less than staying in the city... So...

Should I stay or should I go, is the question of the day.

That's right. I'm not only the best, I'm also the worst. A nice thought to fall asleep to. Yes. Goodnight.

Proving the entire world wrong is just a side effect of me being endlessly awesome. True story.

In other words, thank you all for backing the fuck away, finally, and please keep it up. I'm doing magic over here.

But also, if it's not obvious enough yet... Do not take constructive criticism from people who never constructed anything.

Carl Jung said it first and I confirm: No matter how isolated you are, or how lonely you feel, if you do your work truly and conscientiously, unknown allies will come and seek you out.

So apparently GPS is struggling to locate me today. I don't blame it. I am basically a ghost at this point.

See? That's how you hit 3 nails with one swing.

I'll cry because I have the faith That man can change his ugly ways I'll throwaway the bag and seed For no one owns what we all need I'll begin, without, within Searching, seeking, seeing Endless endeavors

I'll pack a bag beneath the stars When someday comes And grip it when the missiles charge When someday comes I'll tend to it with utmost care And open it when I can share A slavery to its' perfection Someday, I'll awake...

I'll plant a seed beneath my feet Someday And breathe into it energy Someday I'll firm its' soil with a dance And pray the sky will shine its' lamp I'll water it with heartfelt love and Someday, I'll awake...

All is one and all is love. Except for mosquitoes. Fuck those terrible creatures.

She's basically my neighbor. Lives alone. Of course she already let me know she's single. Like, in the second sentence. Oh I'm so down. Let's hope we're on the same page. But also, it's not like I care too much. I'm too busy transforming into a ball of pure fucking light.

I'm sure it would be a wild experience...

Of course I'm thinking of fucking her already. Do you even know me?

Alright. I was approached by a lovely mature woman before work. Late 40s or early 50s I'd say. Great vibe. Super pleasant conversation. She came to me twice after the initial introduction. Loves and plays music, and also sings and organizes some kind of spiritual events. So yeah. That happened. Made me a bit late for work. Don't regret it. We agreed to catch up later. Just awesome.

So back to what actually matters... Of course I don't want to become yet another classical guitar elitist now, or some flamenco maniac fingering his guitar violently on the street, Sunday after lunch. There's plenty of those kinds of clowns out there already. What I excel at, and has been always drawn to, is original composition. Something unique. Something that reflects me at a particular point in time. Something that came out of me. Something that I can proudly and narcissistically call MINE. And that is what I want to continue doing, of course. Sure, I will learn a couple of twisted classical pieces, mainly for the sake of humbling myself, and also for broadening my vocabulary a bit. But I won't dedicate my life to learning other dead composers music. That's for sure. And also, metal. Prog. Rock. Jazzy fusion liquid pop whatever. I'm still loving and doing all that. Just balancing it all now with a softer, more romantic, nylon string based melody. Wow. I'm impressed how well I summed that all up. Must be cuz we're approaching the lion's gate or something.

You are worthy. I know it's funny but I mean it.

And if you don't like it, that's ok too. Not everyone has a great taste in music. Or life. I forgive you. God loves all equally.

You might think these are just some random old lyrics and some outdated music, but oh no, it's so much more than that. These are light frequencies; timeless codes that activate your pineal gland and guide you through specific awakenings at a specific, predetermined point on your journey. Bro. I placed it all carefully, deliberately and on purpose, just for you.