The Obscure

Funky funky rolodex.
How is everybody, this BLINDING night? I am good. My floor is warm, which in turns makes the world go round. I want to go lie down but I feel obligated to update. Don't expect anything interesting, though. Haha, not that you would.
I am completely funked out of my mind tonight man, seriously.
Yeah. I'm done for now, perchance I will add to this later.
I will leave you for now, with this, the song that brings so much joy into my life:

Boston- More than a feeling

I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away

It’s more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
’till I see marianne walk away
I see my marianne walkin’ away

So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
As clear as the sun in the summer sky

It’s more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
’till I see marianne walk away
I see my marianne walkin’ away

When I’m tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
And dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped awa y. she slipped away.

It’s more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
’till I see marianne walk away
I see my marianne walkin’ away