There’s nothing like it…

Originally written 15 January 2008

Sitting, laying just me.
The vinyl spinning.

My thoughts swimming in my head. Some synchronized. Some not.
Sometimes these thoughts are so persuasive, that I can feel them rumbling around in my tummy.
The rumbling wont stop until I get them out.

It’s like when I am about to start reading a book. I can’t handle reading the preface. I feel like the story is going to start without me.


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