What is it about the rhythems of the rainfall or the quaint silence of snow that inspires so well? It's been one day and I've already written two and a half songs. I only hope that they sound just as good tomorrow as they do tonight.
This part of the world seems to be in that restful/sleepless stae of time again. My clock is off, but I still know what time it is. I've been studying the lampost outside on my restless nights and it always seems to flicker a little at 2:34 exactly. I can also tell by the lady made of silicon and needle injections on T.V., trying to peddle some diamond pendant for 5 times it's true worth. I wonder if those people buy from sams club.... Oh well. Good eve and sweet dreams
