Okay, you can write something on the topic of a rhyme I made up. Here it goes. In youth I thought financial the spiritual art / and filled with copper pennies the pocket of my heart.
I don’t think it’s like a burp, that you can force it out with a few taps on the back. It just has to come the way your inital musings first came out. I say sit outside in the rain for an hour and see what happens. In the meantime, listen to Sufjan Steven’s Illinoise and through in some dashes of Wilco’s latest as well as some of Andrew Bird’s newist offering.
Okay, you can write something on the topic of a rhyme I made up. Here it goes. In youth I thought financial the spiritual art / and filled with copper pennies the pocket of my heart.
Comment by Hum — March 17, 2007 @ 8:29 pm
I don’t think it’s like a burp, that you can force it out with a few taps on the back. It just has to come the way your inital musings first came out. I say sit outside in the rain for an hour and see what happens. In the meantime, listen to Sufjan Steven’s
Illinoise and through in some dashes of Wilco’s latest as well as some of Andrew Bird’s newist offering.
Comment by Uninvisible — March 27, 2007 @ 1:10 pm