The groundhog saw his penis today. Children cried.
There’s nothing less assuring than starting a sentence with ‘like Lemony Snicket’.
No matter how busy I get, I never want to turn into one of those people who always say ‘I don’t have time for that’. It’s such a lazy excuse.
Everybody is a work in progress.
The person sitting next to me smells like a chemically-enhanced tangerine.
‘DaMarcus and The Magical Sex Beans’
Title idea for a children’s book that I had while cooking dinner.
I record a lot of the process of working on an album. From the CLAYE sessions alone, I have over 3,000 voice memos.
Sometimes I like to sift through them, and tonight I did. I found this one, from May 2013, just around the that time I was starting to be successful with writing the album.
This album made me go crazy, and I’m surprised the effects don’t show as much anymore as they did a year ago. I fucking lost my mind.
Don’t expect another record from me for a long time. I’m focusing on Lovably Grey right now.
My biggest concern, though, is why this bathroom smells like cilantro.