ideas percolating for every verse, but do i write them down as often as i should??
whats the meaning of life? son, its those little tiny pumpkins. the ones that are mad small. you know the ones i mean.
Brain: I don’t wanna write anymore. I wanna read something.
Me: Alright, I guess we could do that for a bit. What do you wanna read?
Brain: Don’t know. Wanna read.
Me: There’s a lot to choose from. How about this?
Brain: No. Not that. I wanna read a thing that fits these exact specifications.
Me: Uh, alright, wow. Those are really exact specificatio-
Me: …
Me: Are you telling me you want to read the exact thing we were writing?
Brain: YES! I wanna read that. Let’s read that.
Me: …
Me: I don’t know how to tell you this, but we have to write it first.
I can’t wait to be really old and go “back in my day we had real music” and then play Cola by Lana Del Rey
Me already
“The deepest definition of youth is life as yet untouched by tragedy.”
— Alfred North Whitehead, Adventures of Ideas
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