I Have, I Want

I'm working on an acoustic album, half love story, half audio-illustrated journey into madness. It's about the source of my inspiration, the refinement of self through truth; it reveals the lies I once used to hold myself together. Maybe it's just about making a few bucks and scoring an acoustic gig. I don't really care, as long as I get the damn thing done before spring!

Inspiration appears at inopportune times, often when I am driving or otherwise not in a position to get the idea down. If I am lucky, I hold onto it long enough to get it typed out or strummed on my steel strings. More often than not, it fades from view before I can chase it and pin it down.

I have:
a stressful job
a painful scar of a love life
a squirming berserker brain, thinking ceaselessly, often uselessly
friends and family, both loved and a waste of my time
greed
lust
passion
someone to punch
cheap recording equipment
a hankering for sweet smoke

I want:
a job that doesn't follow me home
a receptacle in which to invest these heartfelt words
peace
a further degree of seperation
money
a mindless fuck
somebody to listen
not to harm
expensive toys
bongswats until consciousness recedes