Krushfunk 2

one of many about procrastination. the feeling, the physical sensation, the delusion. the self sabotaging little slug

Slug

the first sentence is a crazy over exaggeration filler sentence, but the rest is true story that started from a 2 am text from my at-the-time new dj homies: “are you free? come to rooney’s we are all mixing”. and thus i left the KO lounge techno party and went to rooney’s unknowing that we’d end up going to the mountain and watching the sunrise just to go back and mix until even after patrick left for work. besides the degeneracy, its nights like these that bring me soo much joy. i had to write about it

[October 2024]
pretty boys and the girls 
all wanting me 

sunlight shine in my face
but i got no sleep 

thing i left for tomorrow is today
but i dont care 

cuz tonight i dance and dance then dance and dance for me 

astral prison slicing lime with little razor 

mob around the deck till the chord was stomped 

patrick left for work two hours ago, we gotta go too

but we’ll stay a little longer just for fun

and i’ll dance and dance and dance and dance— for me

astral prison

this time tomorrow (ft. wiwwow)

voice recording of slug, harmonized with willow

slug (ft. willow)

it’s the inevitable end of a glorious freedom or the seemingly never ending cycle of pain we must suffer, time will always pass— whether we like it or not. i wrote this in 2020, when it was truly beyond my imagination to see myself escape my mind. this song was written to help me cope with living that reality. and in recent years i sing the song with fondness, thinking about how time has certainly passed and feeling the colors reappearing in my life like i had promised myself. but when recording this a week ago, i felt a sadness of leaving behind the freedom of a summer. perhaps my last full summer. 

time passing can be what it is. it doesn’t have to be good or bad. i try to remind myself that the most important step a person can take is always the next step 

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brittle leaves will soften clouds will open
they have promised time will pass 

maybe birds will start to sing 
or might my ears return to melodies 

till my heart begins to grow,
i will wait here patiently 

it will bring my colors back
pigments made of tears 
when will i begin to laugh 
maybe after years 

promised there’ll be plenty left for me to love it
budding plants can wait for time to pass 

time will pass 
time will pass

Krushfunk 2

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