And in more ways than one.
Somehow the words aren’t coming out properly. It’s hard to string a coherent sentence together. The lyrics don’t fit the beat. There is no comedy in the surtext and no irony in the subtext.
Why?
I think I know. It feels as though my unconscious is fettered with too many things left undone, too many anxieties to worry about, and because of that my conscious is affected.
Hence, the writing. Or lack thereof.
(Actually that’s one of my favouritest phrases, “or lack thereof”. Along with “it is of the imperative that” and er “truth be told”.)
Anyway, I think I need a change, or a new piercing or something, I don’t know, something to shake things up a bit.
CAN SOMETHING EXCITING HAPPEN SOON PLEASE?
And I’m not referring in any way to Monkey Paws, thank you very much.
