In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Monday, October 8, 2012
Empty buzzing
Man, I tell you, there's so much I could say. What's strange is that I have nothing that I need to say. So what do I do? Do I add to the noise, to the empty buzzing all around us? Or do I just stay with the minimum -- in other words, just be quiet until I feel the need to say something. Kinda like a Quaker meeting, in a way.
It's your choice, farmboy. I'm here for either one. I'll listen to everything. Or nothing. Whatever you want.
Really? I'd be a fool to pass up a chance to say something, no matter how fuckin' meaningless it is.
Or you could wait until you have something worthwhile to say.
Let me think about this for a while, man.
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