Dumb Stuff

If you were locked in a room and forced to write, what would it be about?

Hopefully it would be about how much you love me, but in case it's not what would you desperately want to say? I'm not going to put ideas in your head, the little voices of your own will need to handle that. What do they whisper to you as you first awaken, before your mind has a chance to process too much? What do they say as you get ready to start your day, or maybe as you make your morning coffee? Those little voices are what I am writing right now, and this is what they are saying to me. "The dog is barking, I don't want to get up, I'm still tired, shit, man, fuck." Wow, now what do I do with that?

The dog is barking
I don't want to get up
I'm still tired 

Shit, man, fuck...


I might have a chorus to a song here, now I need to build from that. I need to tell the story of what happens next. I just lie here tapping on my telephone notepad writing something stupid, I should probably get up and go let the dog out.

I'm so lonely
That I just lie here
Tapping on my telephone
Writing something stupid like this
I should probably get up

And let the dog out to piss

Now we're cooking with gas, let's see what's for breakfast or what's on the radio. What am I going to wear today blue or black jeans? The t shirt I slept in needs to be cleaned. You look cute when you wear my old shirts. When I wear em I look like a jerk...

Turn on the heat cause
We're cooking with gas
Let's see what's on the radio
And what's for breakfast
Do I wear the black or blue jeans
And the t shirt I slept in
needs to be cleaned
You look so cute
When you wear my old shirts
When I wear em

I look like a jerk...

Now let's get in the car and drive to the next stop. I hope we are legal cause we just drove past a cop. The car is running but needs to get fixed and the radio don't work I think it is jinxed. The car smells like last night’s cigarettes and booze. Fuck it, hit the gas pedal and away we will cruise

Let's get in the car
And drive to the next stop
I hope we are legal
cause we drove past a cop
The car is running
But it needs to get fixed
It smells like last night’s booze
And stale cigarettes
Hit the gas pedal and

Away we will cruise...

Ok, this is another pretty dumb exercise but it gives me ideas and it keeps my brain moving forward. It is just like playing a sport where you have to practice to be ready to play in the game, and the more you practice the better you get. What happens next is when the magic begins and the good stuff comes...

Hopefully, if not I just start over again with dumber stuff, and as you should know by now if you keep up with me or this blog, good or bad, I like to write and say dumb stuff...

Robert
2016