And when the music flows I speak.
I drum my keyboard. dun du du dun. I type words the way a pianist lays down his tune.
My words are music and music creates my words.
I gather my thoughts in the toilet and flush them down as I go.
Where they go? I don't know.
But I once had them and sometimes it's all I got.
Have I said that before?
I repeat myself over and over again but each time it sounds different.
It feels different.
It makes you different.
Big chase, slow process.
Love life and it'll love you right back.
That's what she said...
That's what he said too. So I have tried and tried. Boy have I tried.
And now here I am.
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