...they've been playing this song for years. ...it's a good song, but... i'm not in the mood....played out... hell, that's fourten years of being played out... there's nothing good on any of them, they all play the same stuff over and over and over for years. It's just noise anymore... nothing but noise to fill the space ...white noise... background noise... noise.
the silence is good. somewhat relaxing to hear nothing but the wind traveling over my car, the road rolling under the wheels, the subtle whistle of the air conditioner...
whistle... whistle... hmmm... is that really a whistle? could i really use the word whistle to describe that sound? hmmm... there's got to be a better word for that sound. i could call it a whistle, i suppose, but a reader might think it's the whistle of a breaking air conditioner, and it isn't. it's just the sound of air leaving the vent and keeping me cool... it feels really good right now too.
...nope, not a whistle... i'll have to think about that one.
it is better without the noise though. really. maybe i'll just keep the sound off at home too. muted... everything muted... the mute button...
maybe i should mute myself for a while...push my own mute button. i'm always talking talking talking, always thinking thinking thinking, always looking for the right word and the right way to present it. i get paid to talk.
...yeah, the mute button may be required. especially today, the way i feel right now...
my mind is being pulled in all different directions and i have this huge explosion of creative thought but ... am constantly holding back, saving for later, and all i'm really doing is talk talk talking.
...and somewhere in the background i see Hamlet pacing back and forth with a book in his hands: words words words words words... he pounds the thing... words... noise...
...maybe i should write that down... i better get a pen and write that down before i forget... no pen... No Pen?! what is wrong with me today? i really need to go home and lie down. seriously... i think i'm having a melt down... No PEN? REALLY?! ... Crap! ...No Pen... oh well, i'll just have to keep that picture of Hamlet in my mind until i get home. Crap... i hate it when i don't have a pen...
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