Eminent in feeling. Vacant of all thought. Like a stagnant piece of rock.
Can't you see they're laughing at you, laughing at you, laughing at yourself, old man.
I popped another string and I'm losing faith that I'll ever record another song again. I get ideas as I toss and turn in bed. Then I pretend that I've been beaten up and I lie there moaning, convincing myself that I'm hurt and really tired. I pretend that my eyes are swollen so that I won't open them. I stay stiff. I try not to move my legs and if I do, I do it slowly. I also grunt while I do it. It works, too. I usually fall asleep on my back. Never on my stomach, that's too comfy. Try it next time you can't get to sleep. It's fun and effecient.