It's almost 5 in the morning. What are my thoughts?
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. These words somehow materialize in an unorganized fashion somewhere consequentially deep in my now-psycho psyche, like a drifting caption of a Far Side cartoon that loses itself from the page, unable to smell itself back.
Why? I don't know.
Is everything going well? I don't know.
Inspired simultaneously and erratically by the blog thoughts of both Stanley Lee and Ned Rorem.
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