they are, dancing around and yipping. their little feet are padding through my brain. lots of ideas for the novel. i need a scene in which a discussion takes place - i want the musician to discuss his feelings about being deciphered by everyone: fans, journalists, whomever. and i need a scene of him singing, some kind of performance -- like that acoustic show on mtv or vh1 (can't think of what it's called, the one nirvana did). i need the main character to do some of her own work, she needs to grow.
this is uninteresting.
on itunes right now: fake plastic trees. i can't get the last line out of my head, so i've been playing it over and over . . . "if i could be who you wanted." yes, sung in the high beautiful breaking voice.
hey, that's my way into a scene for the novel.
poetry comes from margaret lopez, a line from her poem "in a quiet house."
"I am a monster /(silence monger)/ stomping along / the house i make quiet."
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Greatest image of Thom Yorke
Thanks for linking, Ryan
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