THESE · ARE · HARD · TIMES · FOR · DREAMERS

it's one of those days. it's one of those days where it's hard to think: each thought is adhesive, sticking to the inside of my head, glued to my skull. it's one of those days where every time i start a sentence in my head the keys get jammed, the record skips and the first word is repeated overandoverandoveragain.[whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy].

"the words just tumbled out of my mouth" much used phrase, but i never realized how appropriate it is sometimes. i didn't realized that sometimes the words are forced out, in a mass exodus of vowels and constants, barely coherent, spilling, dripping all over the floor, a merciless deluge of thoughts and phrases, cliches and witticsms up to your elbows. and even though you're drowning in your own speech you can't stop, the words keep tumbling, falling until