It's another kind of green, trust me.

Mimes.

Dressed in black and white,
and pushing for my life,
I'm stuck stuck stuck.
In this invisible box.

I press.
But you can't hear me,
You can't see me.
You don't believe me,

This box won't let me out,
This box won't let me out.

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Yeah, that was my attempt to push myself out of this writer's block. Its not working.
It's not working *bangs head against wall*.

The words just don't mean the same thing like they used to.

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I've been going through things I'll essentially need to get for my guitar and whole musical vision. It's quite an expensive list right now. Funny, because I'm not even supposed to spend the money I earn lol...so far I need...

1. Capo
2. Hardcase
3. Tuner
4. Fretboard conditioner/cleaner
5. Cleaning cloth
6. Microphone

Most of that is what I need, right now...but there are other fanciful things I could've added to that list...like getting my guitar operated on to get another strap button affixed to it, so I don't have to use a ribbon anymore or buying an amp...

On the topic of guitars...

Why does no-one ever discuss the physical pain they bring sometimes?!?! At least not in real life...Because yes, it is physically straining sometimes, and yes when you first start learning, your fingers feel like they're going to split and bleed all over your poorly formed F major chord...so why am I the only one willing to admit this?

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I'm screwed over this English thing...I've basically got to do the whole thing tomorrow. Yay. It's going to suck.

I'm a last minute, writer's blocked child who's relating herself back to street performing mimes...