Minus The Flair
09-18-2006, 11:51 AM
Yeh FG.
So, this is the first time I've written while high, I've heard it improves your writing skills, so I don't know what to think of it. I think it's TOO simple and obvious for me, a little too short aswell, it needs editing but I wanted to see what people think of what I wrote at the time.
Obviously, it's your typical where am i going song but it's what I was feeling at the time. C4C and that. And Tojes, I'm sorry I missed yours again, I feel really bad, I will get it.
So he sits up and says "What am I doing?'
We told him to shut the **** up.
Last night, when I was sitting inside my metaphoric megaphone
Way at the back of my metaphoric mind.
Chewing up and spitting out my 30 second aspirations
I suddenly thought, all of a sudden
'What am I doing?'
'What am I doing?'
Damn you Dave.
Next morning, the sun rises, as it always does.
And I'm eating my oatmeal
And I'm scared
That the sun might not sit up again
But laugh it off is what I do
It's what I always do
HA HA HA!
HA HA HA!
But this megaphone will never work
But it will also never break
Stuck inside my recycled brain
With roots that never wake
The headless ants run wild
HA HA HA!
HA HA HA!
HA HA HA!
HA HA HA!
HA HA HA!
HA HA HA!
HA HA HA!
HA HA HA!
****
Yuk.
So, this is the first time I've written while high, I've heard it improves your writing skills, so I don't know what to think of it. I think it's TOO simple and obvious for me, a little too short aswell, it needs editing but I wanted to see what people think of what I wrote at the time.
Obviously, it's your typical where am i going song but it's what I was feeling at the time. C4C and that. And Tojes, I'm sorry I missed yours again, I feel really bad, I will get it.
So he sits up and says "What am I doing?'
We told him to shut the **** up.
Last night, when I was sitting inside my metaphoric megaphone
Way at the back of my metaphoric mind.
Chewing up and spitting out my 30 second aspirations
I suddenly thought, all of a sudden
'What am I doing?'
'What am I doing?'
Damn you Dave.
Next morning, the sun rises, as it always does.
And I'm eating my oatmeal
And I'm scared
That the sun might not sit up again
But laugh it off is what I do
It's what I always do
HA HA HA!
HA HA HA!
But this megaphone will never work
But it will also never break
Stuck inside my recycled brain
With roots that never wake
The headless ants run wild
HA HA HA!
HA HA HA!
HA HA HA!
HA HA HA!
HA HA HA!
HA HA HA!
HA HA HA!
HA HA HA!
****
Yuk.