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Sunday Mornings

I'm either hungover and headachey, OR else I am in a tremendous mood because I drank tons of coffee.

For some reason, I often write good songs on Sunday morning too. I like sitting in my kitchen drinking coffee with the sun coming in the window, writing songs on the guitar into my flip-notebook.

This morning all I had was really bad pop, but that's OK. I think sometimes I have to write the bad songs to get to the good ones.
 
I am at my grandparents house on this sunday.
 
I'm chained up in my parent's attic. Typing with my feet.
 
I still live in my mom's basement.
 
Cranky Bastard said:
I still live in my mom's basement.

Yeah, we need to move out of it soon...
 
ONe day there will be no more Sundays.
 
There will just be "day", numbered according to the metric system.
 
1 to 10
 
And on the 5th day we ate bread.
 
ON THE 8TH DAY, I GOT LEGS.
 
ON THE NINTH DAY I SAID "WILL THIS WEEK EVER END!?"
 
and on the 10th day we all ate cheese
 
It's the will of god.
 
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