Tuesday, January 20, 2009
When I started smokin', I was long and brown, just like this cigarette...
I wrote a song. Thank god. Not a melody, lyrics. I had lyric constipation for so long. Only they don't have laxatives for lyrical bowel symptoms, you just have to wait it out. I think that it was worth waiting for though. I am satisfied with them. I was planning on writing more, but I think I can give myself a break seeing as I just completed a set of words, that make me smile. Goodnight Cleveland.
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