Oh man, feeling so tired and yet so good for some reason or another reason that I am not entirely sure of, or something to that effect if you catch my drift and so on and so forth, so to speak, sometimes but not always and occasionally on the regular process of going to and not going from.

This is kind of a gig review, but very informal as I don’t feel like sitting down reviewing a gig at the moment.

Last night I was at S.I.C.K.O to do the photography and see a project born from the mind of a friend come to fruition for the second time.

It was good.

The act before them was not so good. Neither was the act before them.

Overall the night was enjoyable, so that should account for something.

Got some great photos and now I’m here at work on a Monday. This is something that is quite surprising, I know.

Tired, need to process photos, need to get stuff done, need to work on the working of things, need to keep on going and go forward and do more with my time and keep on getting to somewhere else that is not here but elsewhere.

Wait, what?

Anyway, the gig was enjoyable despite two artists I found to be lackluster. It probably helps that my friends’ project was more in the vein of things that I enjoy, and to be fair to the other two, they were good for what they were. I felt it could have been stronger.

Well, with that out of the way what else can this be about?

It can be about anything that I want it to be about, so long as I want it to be about something and yet I will probably narrow down to a few tricks that I keep pulling out of the same bag for the bag is full of the tricks that I have repeatedly used and put back in, so there needs to be an outward push toward something else that will lead to a slight tilt of everything that is and was and will be.

Either that or I just need to become a better write so that I can express things in a less simplistic, more effective manner, unless the effective nature comes from the simplicity, in which I just need to improve the effective nature of the writing.

Either that or I’m just looking for excuses to fill the void that is before me, trying to tell me that I need to do something more than churn out rubbish, junk, refuse among other ephemera, assuming that any of what I am writing can be considered as such.

Perhaps I should jump into the void and see where it leads and takes me. Maybe it will take me to the phones again in which I shall find myself expressing things that I have continually expressed.

Maybe I just need to get ready to start my shift.

Maybe.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:59:03

I think that this is okay.
Decent flow but maybe not silly enough.

Written at work.