Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

Nova told me about her night, and now i will tell you what ive been thinking...

So everyday i mean every single day, i will be walking down the street, just some random street, maybe its famous, maybe its some alley thet only cats go down, and i will hear some music. Today it started with the beatles, then some spanish rock, then later it just turned into sort of a punk sound thing but basically i hear music and i start thinking lyrics in my head, and then i start singing out loud. Now its not like i just flat out copy the song i hear ( well sometimes) more often i just start singing something on top of that or change it a little, and then i have a whole new song for about 20 mins, and i never write them down (well almost never)
Now it occasionally dawns on me that im not a musician and i shouldnt be constantly writing songs for some band i will be in in 10 years, cuz most likely that band will never be there. Why? i dont know it just wont. But sometimes i let that realization fall on the floor, and then i stomp on it and day dream for 3 hours about being a rock star, and start planning shows and concerts, and all sorts of stuff. And i think of the people at home who could help me make this happen and i usually think "na they wouldnt want me" but sometimes i take that realization and let it fall to the floor and then i stomp on it and day dream about how me and my friends will be great big rock stars changing the world. yeah so thats that. The really sad thing is that i cant even order donuts right, so how can i sing songs in another language (as my day dream songs often are, in europe at least)

Hmm i have really talented friends, (thats in a variety of areas) At least i consider them friends now. ( a short time ago, like a year or two, i wouldnt have called them friends in case they didnt feel the same, but it doesnt matter cuz i still care about them, so they are my friends, and i miss them, and their ways)

Nostalgia is a wonderful gift.

I have run out of stuff to say but like others sometimes you feel the need to express something, to be creative and such even if u have nothing to say so u keep blogging on, like eventually something will come, but it usually doesnt. I will have to read more books, and listen to more music and play more word games, and sadly eat more food to be creative and talented. One day though man one day... "well some people call you boy george, so you a supastar!" thats right....