To tomorrows Girraffalope, and anyone reading just to read I’ve had many beers+1 rum and coke. 2 of the loveliest souls across the cosmos are passed out in front of me. Having friends to love with silence is a holy experience. We’ve just assembled a gingerbread house kit, except we remixed it to make a custom gingerbread overpass, complete with frosting graffiti and a pile of syringes. I’ve written two songs today, I guess I’m feeling particularly poetic, or musically solipsistic. Pentatonic scales are my greatest weapon. I’m cold. You could be so much more than you are. So could I. Live outside your mind and become a person rather than another face not worth noticing. Exist in a way that matters beyond yourself.