Thursday, November 18

I take it where I find it

Funny how reading Rolling Stone for the first time can inspire you. (Is that possible? Is this really the first time I've read RS?) I read an excerpt from Bob Dylan's Chronicles, and it just ... struck me: "Everything was wrong, the world was absurd." It fit. And it sent me into a writing frenzy the likes of which I haven't had in ages. I feel like I've been flat for months. Years? I'm not saying I'm out of my slump, I'm just saying I feel marginally more optimistic.

On that note, I leave you with the song that's been stuck in my head all morning:
Like your smile
And your fingertips
Like the way that you move your lips.
I like the cool way you look at me,
Everything about you is bringing me

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