Friday, 7 December 2012


Working to Jazz proves difficult. The genre is a production of breath taking sounds, yet concentration cascades if not wired in to the sounds of a 128BPM beat.

Unclear whether the "house university work system" I once donned has been fastened to my creative work flow because that's what I've always done, but it's certain that if it's not happening, the conclusion revolves around an agitated lack of work pleasure.

It seems I have a mentally irregular way of going about focus, considering how many crave a silence / calming ambiance in order to pay a full level of attention.

Having regular mental plumbing isn't an attribute that's going to create something that makes people look twice though is it.

Tonight tonsils become disconnected from the anatomy. Not mine though.

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