In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
When I'm not looking
So I want to write, you know, so I look around for inspiration or an idea or whatever and it never comes. But when I'm not looking, that's when it appears.
Profound, farmboy. Very profound.
Fuck you, asshole.
I'm sorry. I know you're being serious.
Nah, I'm just playing with you.
And, by the way, it's not all that profound because I don't know what any of this fuckin' means. Yeah, I get inspired or whatever without looking for it, but so what? I mean, what does this mean? Like I should just live my life and let my subconscious do its work?
What do you think, farmboy?
Umm, yeah. I guess so.
You're a smart guy, farmboy. Try trusting your own intellect for a while.
Man, I'm in trouble now.
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