This is what I write with my eyes closed. This is what I think early in the morning. I think, write with my eyes closed. I think that writing with my eyes closed will give me the kind of delicious words and nonsense that slide lazily through my head, under the covers, under the pillow, in the mornings. Sometimes I think about the word farmer. I think the word farmer is so profound. Maybe not profound, because there isn't that depth that early. That depth that early: delicious.

Like lyrics.

I've decided to stop smothering everything with meta.