...Big Thick Moustache...
I feel it worth mentioning again, more for myself than anyone else, that I am Not a rapper. I do not have the "flow," I cannot "freestyle," and much as I very much want to I will never "spit rhymes." I need to come to terms with this, but I fear it will take time and more than a few dissapointing and vaguely embarrassing afternoons.
Bill Withers has this thing where it feels like you're listening to something with a slow-ish, groovy tempo, but it's actually fast. I gotta learn how to do that.
I have a confession to make: This morning I listened to The Village People's Macho Man LP. Twice. While playing Carcassonne online. I feel this may have been an entirely unique occurance specific to my life, like those movements Natalie Portman makes in Garden State. In my meager defence, it Was a birthday present.
Today it rained all day - Very unusual.
There's nothing poetic coming out of me today. Think I'll go not sleep.