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Looking through old things
Last night I looked through a few old composition books that were mouldering in the wall-mounted basket by my bed. I used to write down ideas in those things all the time as a kid.
Damn, I was filled with lame ideas when I was little.
Not all of them were bad, of course. But I was dismayed to find that right up through high school a lot of the things I'd written down were unsalvageable crap. Especially attempts at song lyrics...gah! Horrible.
Damn, I was filled with lame ideas when I was little.
Not all of them were bad, of course. But I was dismayed to find that right up through high school a lot of the things I'd written down were unsalvageable crap. Especially attempts at song lyrics...gah! Horrible.
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