Thursday, September 8, 2011

-On this day, a baby solemnly crawled from the room with the voice.-


You know that time, the time where it's 4 A.M., you're laying in bed, and an idea burrows into your noggin and refuses to go away until you write it down?



That idea seems pretty self entitled, it's really got an ego problem.


 I guess you can say I'm the paparazzi of my own ideas. My camera is somewhat dismal though, and doesn't always work the way I want it to. Sometimes when I take the picture of that idea as it's fleeting across the parking lot to drive away, I get a picture of a cloud or a bright light instead. Maybe my lens needs cleaning.