Saturday, January 24, 2009

Until it turns to stone.

I've realized that I don't know a lot of the words to some of the songs I sing out loud. For the most part, I can tell this mumble from that mumble, but sometimes I find myself just making random sounds with no meaning behind them because they match the singer's brooding.

And even when I find out the real words, I still make the same incoherent noises, moving my mouth awkwardly to fit the syllables of the words I choose not to acknowledge.

It makes life more interesting.

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