Mental Writing
All day long I've had this journal entry going through my mind about sex, me, fantasy, rock & roll, self-revelation, change, and various other things. Of course, in my head all of these themes are woven together eloquently, and linked to the specific songs that I've uploaded for your listening pleasure, because one just can't talk about all of that stuff without appropriate music. It all fits, and makes sense, and my wonderful articulate, witty post illuminates not just my life, but all of our lives.
But, you're going to have to trust me. I've mentally written the damn thing at least five times, revised it over and again, and mentally watched myself go through all of the work of posting it, and articulately and wittily responding to all of the comments. Because, yes, it was that good and you needed to respond with your equally eloquent thoughts. In my mind. Because that's where it's all staying for now. Good night.
But, you're going to have to trust me. I've mentally written the damn thing at least five times, revised it over and again, and mentally watched myself go through all of the work of posting it, and articulately and wittily responding to all of the comments. Because, yes, it was that good and you needed to respond with your equally eloquent thoughts. In my mind. Because that's where it's all staying for now. Good night.