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The thing is, music is engrained in me. It’s not only a part of me but it’s tied to a profound implication of a beauty that’s so resolute of humanities that I can’t but be amazed by it all.

The thing is, regardless of the time, the situation. Whether I’m doing art, writing, clay, school, kitchen cleaning, cooking, sketching, tattooing, regardless, the music is there.

So much so, actually, that I posted the last hour and forty minutes of what played during that time.

The thing is, I’ve been connected and moved to music since I can remember, and much like writing and art for me, music is an enthralling piece of what life is that I feel responsible in listening to it. It moves me, encourages me, and aids me when I’m low, what more can you ask for. It’s like a faceless friend that’s always there to give something.

I digress, sorry, I hope you enjoy the tunes and have a great day.

C’est La Vie

Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you so very much for your support and the coming back again to read my thoughts. I truly do hope that your day is bright and your night is amazing and blissful. And I thank you for being you.

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Luckily I was treated with the grace of a mother and grandparents who were very comfortable in the kitchen and loved to cook for their families. And luckily for me, I didn’t have much to do but eavesdrop and pay very close attention when they were cooking, which I did a lot. So most things I want to cook if there is a recipe I’m usually able to do it if not and I follow my gut it also usually comes out well, it’s a matter of trying fancy things like desserts that I really want to learn.

I’ve always wanted to get into the baking and chocolate crafting or sugar crafting, whatever it’s called. The idea of making a beautiful chocolate ball that inside has delicious fresh fruit and making it able to open on its own using heat or another source sounds awesome to me. That said, I have literally tried baking something different only once, and it was a mirror cake. It turned out pretty cool just not exactly what I was going for.

That’d be my want, of being an area that I would love to delve into, If I had the Time and the means.

C’est La Vie

Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for visiting my site and I love the support shown. Thank you for being you.

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Shamefully it’s been a bit more than a week since I’ve dived into producing another piece, that said, where I lose myself is when I paint, write, and sing. 

However, it’s the writing where I not only lose track of time but I lose track of most things, I end up finding myself stopping, pensively searching within for the relation to what I’m in and who is becoming the character on paper.

It’s the same with painting, I melt with the liquids and plummet into what is being thrown on the canvas. I let my spirit take way to a direction unknown and breathe in what becomes.

C’est La Vie

Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for your grace and coming back again and again.

May your night be splendid and gentle and the day be bliss and love.

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One: I’d have it set to the theme of one’s Last Meal. Two: given this is purely hypothetical, I would invite Amy Tan, Louise Penny, Neil Gaiman, Shirley Jackson, Stephen King, Toni Morrison, Dallas Green, Sam Rockwell, Bjork, Chuck Palahniuk, Harlan Coben (before Netflix), Agatha Christie, Ludovico Einaudi, The Hics, Kurt Vonnegut, Ray Bradbury, Joy Harjo, Jeff Buckley, Norman Mailer, and Thomas Harris.

C’est La Vie

Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for being who you are, for reading this, and coming to support. Thank you.

May your day be brighter and the night blissful.

Til tomorrow.

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Like a good wine I feel that the best things to be better through age is the understanding, scratch that. It’s knowledge, this referring to the skills and the specificity of whatever information and facts that one would and can gather through education, life, or experience. But, I brake, take pause and think of ‘understanding’ that wonderful ability of us being able to understand something.

So it’s the multitude of knowledge and understanding that helps with the intrinsic and empathy value that makes me. I’d slap the younger version of myself before asking if he’d want to share a cup a’joe, myself now, id want to discuss and peer through further to better myself and the steps forward.

C’est La Vie

Good night and good morning, good morning and good night, thank you for coming, thank you for the likes, and continued support. Most importantly, thank you for being you.

Til tomorrow.

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I’d love to say I sleep eight hours a night, or that I get my sleep in like I breathe, but I’m afraid that’s never been the case.

Even with the foul and severely depleting fatigue from the MS I carry, the sleep doesn’t find me easy.

I’m always the last in bed nearing one or two in the morning and then 630 7 the next morning, literally a few hours after falling asleep.

It’s funny to think that it may be a health issue when knowing that Leonardo da Vinci would go an hour or two to do his craft, then go nap for an hour and go back to it everyday for years. The thing is I’m not DaVinci, on top of that there is a call to actually get a decent amount of rest when you have a neurodegenerative disease like MS, Parkinson’s and the likes, but it’s either a compelling that makes it where I can’t, and my body won’t. This is more than frustrating, and yet I have an opportunity to take the advantage and use it, learn my craft in my painting, especially my watercolor, more than especially, my f****** writing. But then again I like the raw account and very journalistic variety that I bring because well I’m f****** bored with everything else, aren’t you? I’m just trying to find a niche for myself and those who like to come into the site, wish I had more knowledge in computers and making websites that are involved.

Scratch that there we go again it’s a choice I either make the attempt and trying to figure it out, or don’t, or I weigh and measure which things I need to actually curate and strengthen and then look at the other things that yeah they’re nice but do I need it? I don’t know again are these questions that you think are these the things that trouble you daily or am I alone in this kind of thinking these kind of thoughts throughout my entirety of the journal since January 1st 2024, are these thoughts how people think?

C’est La Vie

Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you for reading my prompts posts, thank you for coming to the site, thank you for being a reader, and thank you for being you.

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Always will there need to be coffee available. Music, music is always a need when looking for a focusing agent, and segway alternative. But then…we call for the hunger that pangs at the stomach, the monotony of routine that is sometimes relied on, but I digress there’s no comfort there. Yay, the food nourishes, keeps my kind sharp, of course, but it’s the nuances of self that call for at least giving a damn for a minute about ourselves. Right? Growing up I saw very little joy and a lot of work that brought very little happiness along the way. What had truly been seen as a beacon for me growing up, it was the imagination that I let fuel the dreams that became who I am today. That said I make the world’s around me fit what I’m needing to fit with what I’m wanting throughout each day. Though it may seem nihilistic, maybe even lazy, I assure you it’s not. I get to wake up and be the dad I want to be, I get to wake up and be the husband I want to be, while doing those two things I also get to be the writer, the dreamer, the artist, and the poet because I am.

But still that coffee and music needs to be there.

C’est La Vie

Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May your day be bright and the night a joyous splendor for you.

Til tomorrow.

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