In a blur of the distaste of a beer bottle with music lyrics composed, writtened music lyrics turned into lost dribble and words that don’t make sense. Words that either set me free or confine me despite without anyone seeing them. They are a diary of nonsense filled with a blank expression that is now filled from expressionless to alive. New expressions fill my mind with the movement of my brows, to the lips curvature when I grimace a feeling to make or fool you into thinking that Im in pain, well since it says it on the script I guess It is ok for a while. You see insanity comes when you do the wrong passion, find the correct path, Musical Composers are entertainment leaders not entertainment followers. I can not have the responsibility of being a creator and I fully accept being a follower, and I apologize to the public for creating words of entertainment that where not good. Instead I promise to use my talent as fully scripted as possible. Besides little random blurbs such as this. Though I know now where my illness started it is from the creation of lyrics and poems that I used to entertain the world. I disregard anything written that I wrote or created that is not up to par with American, United States Of American Standards. Or even world standards. For now on I will never create. I will only follow what Im told to do and what is scripted.

 

Adaeze Anane

Ada Anane

Dia Decayo

Gloomy Moon Child

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