So here is what a Wednesday night brings when a writer feels creative but not write-y, and has access to lots of photographs and a rudimentary understanding of stuff.
Yeah. ~shrug~
I don't know.
All the words are lyrics. Sometimes because they speak about the person, sometimes because the person speaks about the band.
I actually wanted to do more, but I had to stop once my fingers were so cold they could no longer type.
(The computer needed is in my bedroom that was once a garage, and the storms of late have damaged the roof so bad that it's about as cold in there as it is outside. so yeah.)
Tomorrow, I think. I'll do a few more.
They're fun.
Be seeing you.
And hey, I guess time could be spent in worse ways...