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Dec 13, 2004 11:57

Oh, crap. Isn't it just telling that I was sitting here in Salem, wallowing in my same old mud puddle, my head slung lown in my hands like a war veteran's heroic arm in a sling and I thought jeez, I should put on some music
...
And it was this damn song.
This song and I have some history. The archetypes, Roger! The collective unconcious!
Plus, I can get behind any song that has a minute and a half harmonica lead in.

Working titles for W.I.P:
Harmonicas and Katanas
Five For a Fictional Tomorrow

Personally, I prefer five for... but the fact that the book has been story-boarded in my head as an philosophical, post-apocalyptic buddy comedy really damages the "five" aspect... "Two For a Fictional Tomorrow" just doesn't have the same ring. Wait, yes it does, It's like a limeric of alliteration!
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