think i just saw a mindless cat nibbling at the grass. or perhaps a revolutionary in its own world.
been hiding out in the library with my tunes on and trying get my union whatever videos in order for a presentation that i at least to a certain extend enjoy--i will refer to the lovely van ronk and seeger and others, as well. and bobby, obviously.
i wish i could blame the weather but you know how the song goes have faith in all kinds of weather and i do, at times. today is a bit weary but most certainly better than yesterday. now that i am staring down the faceless crowd of supposed intellectuals i feel like i should be putting down gigantic stuff--stories and poems that would knock people off. but truth be told i've been thinking a lot over the last few weeks of the extend of my talent. was talking to a friend today about how he was done with everything and the month of may was absolutely free for him, and I stared quite bitterly, since a death month starts for me from now on. but you know all that, it passes.
anyways, as you see, wanting the write is not necessarily a upbringer of lovely works. may as well cut this one here and know and leave of you of with this little baby song, which if you ask me is good enough reason to like the chimney ash grey sky.
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