Andy: Only here are the boats as slim as women; and the women, as slim as boats!

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The temperature in this place is on par with a gigantic meat cooler. And that is another example of entirely old hat analogous reasoning. It’s becoming worse all the time; with every passing moment it's harder to be original, or spontaneous in the true sense of the word. The way we think - or - our entire cognitive abilities swirl around what we’ve experienced in the past... and I am beginning to think that originality is on the other side of the scale. Experience outweighs imagination – but this cannot be! What a miserable life if would be if this were the case.

So, where is originality [going if it is going]?

A lot of poets and musicians claim divine inspiration, but I'm skeptical of this; it seems like a lazy excuse to describe their creative abilities tersely. Why don’t they just come out and tell us what it is, and tell us precisely -




Mood: Overworked, but mysteriously calm about it
Music: Turtle Island String Quartet - Straphangin'

Andy: And then it hits you:

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What exactly is health, anyway? And why isn't it possible to be healthy on a diet of ramen. And why exactly do we need to eat to survive?? What a crazy world this is where people hold little chunks of plastic up to their ears and talk for hours on end while walking nowhere particular.


Mood: The casual observer
Music: Medeski Martin & Wood - Hermeto's Daydream

Andy: When I go out, I really don't want people to put slimey things in my bed...

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Writing out music always takes too long, and it hurts your wrist, then the tendons begin to snap and recoil and are lost forever... somewhere. So then you have to hire a search party, but you need to find people small enough to fit inside you. But you really can't do this on your own, so you need to hire a private detective... but you can't find one. Then you lament, "All is lost!" you say, but then you realise that your fists are clenched and in the air. Oh! your tendons aren't lost after all! So you live happily ever after, or until somebody puts something slimey in your bed when you're out. The End


Mood: Easily Influenced (by the music I'm listening to)
Music: Caldonia!

Andy: The Low End

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less stress = easier smile


Mood: waiting for the good times to come
Music: Sonny Rollins - The Most Beautiful Girl in the World