Sunday, March 9, 2025

Dancing Through the Beautiful Art Kisss.

Yes, I'm doomed again by this mornings perfect sky gradient. The new song found it's location, and Belle learned her abcdefg's on the guitar after I did. She's getting good, great, and a little irritated as all innovations in song craft should. The conundrum is, do I ever change the strings? Coffee and a shhh c. I need a good title for the song. As of now the song is an intricacy. A good morning. Adventurous, and full of danger and dismay, if anyone would dare such a transition. It was artistry, a slow dance through the important gallery. Do our languages connect, obviously oui! In this world we all have 2 degrees of separation. Mine was created with an AI design program/collaboration and hers? A gift.

It's ok to sleep in, it's Sunday, for a few timezones at least. No, I won't get Belle hooked on coffee before you wake up. It's motivation to finally get around to doing something with my life. Like something controversial or the latest chess movie. Is .1 too low for a song? What if it's a slightly elevated number?

Algorithmic comparability, is it that simple? 

Iliona and Dua Lipa make me dizzy. I first listened to Dua years ago but didn't get around to purchasing 2 of her records till later on in life. I found her on YouTube, recommended. Iliona's music was a summer fling at the Olympics, It captured my exchange. Paris, quoi c'est de ton allure? Oui, j'suis sober. Oui, j'suis ecrit le livre "Writ Bodies OV Titivilus." Oui, j'suis stupide parfois pour vu. Oui, je n'suis pas le "hunchback." Tres cher avec LA litterateure. Debord? Caesar? Hitler? Jesus? 

Un/e café pour Vous.




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