Sweatin' to the Dada

[byronium]

Occasionally, when I'm engaged in a tedious and/or physical task, the clutch of my mind starts slipping, and I'll start treading spirals of non-causal creative thought. For some reason, this almost always manifests itself in song: either coming up with new lyrics to an existing song, or weaving new songs from whole cloth. To wit: when gardening three years ago, I started singing a Beastie Boys-esque rap about the International style of architecture.

Tonight, while working out, I started recasting a Nerdcore rap song in Elizabethan verse.

I'm not sure what this means. Low blood sugar, perhaps.