Broken fingers suck. They force you to rethink everyday activities. I have to play guitar percussively. I write like shit, but in that sense nothing has changed. I also have been plagued with an incredibly adaptive form of writer's block (not a product of broken fingers).
"I know where temptation lies, inside of your heart..."-Lou Reed
I've lost my muse, but I still have music.
The muse's feet dance on my heart's floor no more. No more conversations in my head. I am mutually exclusive no more and forever shall we part. The rent is due, bitch.
"It's dark as a dungeon,
Damp as the dew
Danger is double
Pleasures are few..."-Johnny Cash
I'm in a dark mine,
Very few people are actually friends of mine.
I've wasted most of my time
sipping on beer and wine.
I cannot free my mind,
all of my papers are in a bind.
Giants do nothing to help me
God in an uppercase G
God as an uppercase G
And me as a lowercase c
Which stands for crap
as in unholy and unclean.
For to kill a soldier
means being subject to torture
by the platoon
and they are a bunch of goons.
I just found out a friend was arrested for thinking out loud too much.
"We have the suspect in custody."
Don't think.
Blink*
ICE KAREEM
1 comment:
Alllllllriiiight. I can read you again.
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