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| The other day, Dan & I were discussing an idea for a song. Here's the basic idea: I thrust my shovel into the ground and start my task. I'm digging a grave for you. I dig and dig into the dirt. Ouch! I hit my shoe! I just put that in to make a rhyme. Ha ha. That was funny to me. I'm smiling. Anyway, I dig, and then I start to think about you. All kinds of emotions come out. Faster and faster I dig, deeper and deeper I go. I'm in a fury, thinkingabout you. I'm blinded with tears, as I continue my frenzy, thinking of all your faults, of everything you've done. My hands start to blister, but I don't care. I dig through the pain, almost numbed by my fury. "How could you have done this?!?", I shout out of my hole. I still can't see. My head hurts. I hurt. So I keep digging. I look up again. "Why couldn't you ever look at yourself, and see what you were doing?", I scream out of my hole. I open my eyes, wipe the tears away, and look up to see a small patch of light. It's the sky. It looks so distant, almost not of my world anymore. I realize my mistake. "What have I done?" I drop my shovel and desperately claw at the sides. I can't get a grip. The dirt just crumbles off. I try again and again, but nothing works. I try to make holes in the side and make a ladder. Both feet come off the ground for the first time. I fall down to the bottom on my back. I'm blistered, aching, and covered in dirt. "Why couldn't I see what I was doing?" I look up at the sky and cry. The basic idea of this is that people shouldn't get so caught up in everyone else's faults that they don't realize their own. I think. I think we can use this idea and take it a lot of different directions. Dan said something about "the only way out is down, so I dig deeper, never to uncover the problem", which is a totally different thing. Maybe we can make a C.D. about digging holes. All of the songs could have the same first verse. I think people would buy it. They woulen't have to learn as many songs. They'd already know about 1/3 of all of them. We could even make a couple of the songs twice or three times. Once for each interpretation of the song. I do have to give Dan credit for this one. He came up with the hole idea (not to be confused with the whole idea). I just put a story with it, which he helped with, kinda. I also had an idea for a poem. Something along the lines of me at a fireworks show. I watch the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Colors, details, blah blah. Then I look up to the sky to see what she's looking at. I look up to see what is bringing out the emotions in her face. I look back at her. I wish I could show her how beautiful my view was. Maybe if it rhymed... Fireworks used to be a weapon. So did (When you turn the page, it's blank) (turn page again) Kept you in suspense, didn't I? Oh yeah! I still got some moves! Can't keep up with these tricks! I'm gonna look back at this one day and kick my own dumb ass. Anyway, yo-yos. And boomerangs, I think. I don't understand how the boomerang was developed. A deer is sitting in a field pondering. You throw a stick at it. You miss. You go to get your stick. The deer notices you moving and runs. You analyze the problem: You can either hit the deer the first time after months of practice and dedication, or you can be blessed with unparalleled aerospace engineering skills and create a stick that will come back to you. In bible times. Luckily, You are Boog, Oog's (the absolute genius creative writer) brother. So on your first try, you engineer an aerodynamic stick, light enough to have more lift than gravitational force, yet solid enough to pack a punch. You jubilantly run back into your field. There's that damn ponderin' deer. You throw your stick. You miss, but the stick comes back. The stupid ass deer just sits there with a glazed look over its eyes. You try again, and miss again. The deer sits there. It ponders. All of this pondering is really pissing the hell out of you. You throw it again. BONK! You hit it! You jump to the top of a stump: "Ponder that, bitch!", you exalt! You run over to admire your kill! The deer is dazed, but more pissed than anything else. He chases you. You are trampled to death. WHAT THE HELL?? BONK?!? I know you guys had spears. Boog had limitless potential, and it all got wasted on a boomerang. Come on. I keep thinking "Maybe wombat-hunting?", but no, even then, spears would be better. I can't even put into words how stupid a boomerang is. I couldn't even write that last sentence without laughing. Boog, I'm glad your ass got trampled. If only the guy who created furby could have been with you. I've been writing for a while, and rather than admit that I can't think of anything to write about, I'm just going to use the excuse that I'm tired. |
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