| Bedtime reading |
[Mar. 22nd, 2005|11:15 am] |
Before I went to sleep last night, I was reading:
"The problem was that after relying so long on instinct and intuition, both these ladies had turned into vultures and were sucking me dry. Even spontaneity had become a blind goat. My haystacks weren't tied down and I was beginning to fear the wind."
Bob Dylan, Chronicles I looked again this morning, and it still says that: the old man hasn't lost his touch, has he? I mean, vampire vultures are one thing, but what's with the blind goat? |
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