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Eased and Eclectic Feeling: High but not hectic I drove home from work today with windows down, because air conditioning is overrated past 9 p.m., and as a result started blasting Incubus's "A Crow Left of the Murder" because road noise makes it harder to hear, since my good ear is to the window. It felt good, driving at night with the crazysilly music surrounding me. I started collecting random phrases in my head, things I'll probably wind into a poem at some point: I am: ....and I ran out. It will surely continue to spawn out of itself, though, now that the kernel of idea is there. Comments? 0 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |